Jacking-Off Log

[katiebarthedoor]

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.

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wtf just happened!?
i think i stroked out.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

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.

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.

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I wasn't going to tug one off today, but after that entry, I have to.

WOW!

 

[Bacetti]

I'm glad my recounting was satisfactory.

 

[tortoise]

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

Fuck.

This one hit me in the gut (and environs). Hard. Knocked the wind right out of me.

Luckily, one doesn't need much wind to growl. Fuck.

My cock offers a standing ovation. Beautiful, my friend. And I love the thought of this all happening after bellydancing class, high on endorphins and moving to the music.

 

[tortoise]

I'm glad my recounting was satisfactory.

Meh. It wasn't bad.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a wardrobe change.

 

[kidthor]

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

I'm just adding my vote for holy fucking hell that's hot.

 

[tortoise]

Most of my jacks of late have been fantasy driven, but last night's was almost a purely sensual self-molestation. Carnal visions flashed through my head, of course, but I wanted the focus to be on the feeling for this one. It was a two handed affair from the beginning, with the lowermost hand splitting time between my ballsack and the base of my shaft. I employed every trick in my arsenal. Pulled out all the stops, but languidly, letting it build slowly. My jacks have been quite frantic, so I wanted this one to be slow, to concentrate on every single sensation. Pressing the fingertips of my bottom hand into the thick ridge at the base of my cock while stroking with my upper hand. Hand over hand upward strokes. Cupping and rolling my slippery balls with my right hand as my left fucked the entire length of my shaft. Many more such tricks, driving myself crazy, until my hips were arching of the bed with need.

The coup de grace was straightforward: fucking both fists in unison. Long tight wet strokes. Thrusting off the bed. Muscles clenching. Feeling the precipice approaching. Almost. Almost. As I passed the point of no return, I actually relaxed and just let it wash over me. Holding my spasming cockshaft in my fist with my left hand, playing with my ballsack with my right. The explosion was searing. I could feel the heat of my seed as it erupted from deep within me. I could feel my abdomen fluttering with the force of expulsion.

Empty. Drained of everything but a residual glowing warmth. Then, sleep.

 

[Batch]

Most of my jacks of late have been fantasy driven, but last night's was almost a purely sensual self-molestation. Carnal visions flashed through my head, of course, but I wanted the focus to be on the feeling for this one. It was a two handed affair from the beginning, with the lowermost hand splitting time between my ballsack and the base of my shaft. I employed every trick in my arsenal. Pulled out all the stops, but languidly, letting it build slowly. My jacks have been quite frantic, so I wanted this one to be slow, to concentrate on every single sensation. Pressing the fingertips of my bottom hand into the thick ridge at the base of my cock while stroking with my upper hand. Hand over hand upward strokes. Cupping and rolling my slippery balls with my right hand as my left fucked the entire length of my shaft. Many more such tricks, driving myself crazy, until my hips were arching of the bed with need.

The coup de grace was straightforward: fucking both fists in unison. Long tight wet strokes. Thrusting off the bed. Muscles clenching. Feeling the precipice approaching. Almost. Almost. As I passed the point of no return, I actually relaxed and just let it wash over me. Holding my spasming cockshaft in my fist with my left hand, playing with my ballsack with my right. The explosion was searing. I could feel the heat of my seed as it erupted from deep within me. I could feel my abdomen fluttering with the force of expulsion.

Empty. Drained of everything but a residual glowing warmth. Then, sleep.

ummm

my

*growls deep and feral*

 

[Bacetti]

Fuck.

what she said. *nods*

Two handed jacks are so hot.

 

[katiebarthedoor]

thats some advanced jacking tort. fuck!

 

[thisgirl]

Most of my jacks of late have been fantasy driven, but last night's was almost a purely sensual self-molestation. Carnal visions flashed through my head, of course, but I wanted the focus to be on the feeling for this one. It was a two handed affair from the beginning, with the lowermost hand splitting time between my ballsack and the base of my shaft. I employed every trick in my arsenal. Pulled out all the stops, but languidly, letting it build slowly. My jacks have been quite frantic, so I wanted this one to be slow, to concentrate on every single sensation. Pressing the fingertips of my bottom hand into the thick ridge at the base of my cock while stroking with my upper hand. Hand over hand upward strokes. Cupping and rolling my slippery balls with my right hand as my left fucked the entire length of my shaft. Many more such tricks, driving myself crazy, until my hips were arching of the bed with need.

The coup de grace was straightforward: fucking both fists in unison. Long tight wet strokes. Thrusting off the bed. Muscles clenching. Feeling the precipice approaching. Almost. Almost. As I passed the point of no return, I actually relaxed and just let it wash over me. Holding my spasming cockshaft in my fist with my left hand, playing with my ballsack with my right. The explosion was searing. I could feel the heat of my seed as it erupted from deep within me. I could feel my abdomen fluttering with the force of expulsion.

Empty. Drained of everything but a residual glowing warmth. Then, sleep.

Very nice picture in my head. Thanks.

 

[ntsu]

Fuck.

what she said. *nods*

Two handed jacks are so hot.

you are hot baby

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

I had the image in my head, the low slung skirt, the small crop top, and a light sheen of sweat across her mid section. The flamenco / tango music still ringing in my ears as I watch her legs move beneath the thin veil of her skirt.

Leaning against the wall of the bathroom, closing my eyes to lose myself in the fantasy, to make the work place disappear and to find myself with her in the dark alley of the Mediterranean city. Stilling my breathing as I become more excited, and willing the dream into more stirring eroticism.

Picturing the way I would pin her against the wall as I kissed her hard and fierce, lifting the skirt to caress her thigh and move inward. Feeling the phantasm of her body in my hands as I took hold of my shaft and teased it, tugged it, rolling my balls in one hand, pulling the flesh above them slowly, deliberately making it last longer and longer.

The music of the street festival so close, we could be caught at any time, the urgency to have her growing more with each heartbeat, then having her, wild and lustfully. My strokes matching the way I picture her squeezing me from inside, her pulling me with that inner tightness that makes my legs tremble. Bracing myself against the wall as I feel the desire rising within me. I squeeze harder, pull faster, desperate to emulate the rough passion I crave and to drain every last drop from with in my sack, not just to jack off, but to really fuck myself.

One spray, then another, and I gasp in the small quiet room. A quick clean up and I realize I have been gone too long to be just a "trip to the bathroom". Even as I walk I notice my knees are a bit wobbly, and I plop in my chair with a smile and I watch my hand tremble as I drink from my coffee mug.

 

[Bacetti]

I had the image in my head, the low slung skirt, the small crop top, and a light sheen of sweat across her mid section. The flamenco / tango music still ringing in my ears as I watch her legs move beneath the thin veil of her skirt.

Leaning against the wall of the bathroom, closing my eyes to lose myself in the fantasy, to make the work place disappear and to find myself with her in the dark alley of the Mediterranean city. Stilling my breathing as I become more excited, and willing the dream into more stirring eroticism.

Picturing the way I would pin her against the wall as I kissed her hard and fierce, lifting the skirt to caress her thigh and move inward. Feeling the phantasm of her body in my hands as I took hold of my shaft and teased it, tugged it, rolling my balls in one hand, pulling the flesh above them slowly, deliberately making it last longer and longer.

The music of the street festival so close, we could be caught at any time, the urgency to have her growing more with each heartbeat, then having her, wild and lustfully. My strokes matching the way I picture her squeezing me from inside, her pulling me with that inner tightness that makes my legs tremble. Bracing myself against the wall as I feel the desire rising within me. I squeeze harder, pull faster, desperate to emulate the rough passion I crave and to drain every last drop from with in my sack, not just to jack off, but to really fuck myself.

One spray, then another, and I gasp in the small quiet room. A quick clean up and I realize I have been gone too long to be just a "trip to the bathroom". Even as I walk I notice my knees are a bit wobbly, and I plop in my chair with a smile and I watch my hand tremble as I drink from my coffee mug.

Yeah.

This too. Damn.

*purrs*

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Really weak, even so far as to call it pathetic wank this morning in the shower. I wasn't really aroused, or even particularly horny, not sure why I even bothered.

Maybe after lunch I can get a better one going and atone for the tragedy.

 

[Hester]

grade A O reflecting upon recent events involving a truck, a flashlight, a semi-public place, and the aftermath of a violent encounter.

 

[JustSkye]

Most of my jacks of late have been fantasy driven, but last night's was almost a purely sensual self-molestation. Carnal visions flashed through my head, of course, but I wanted the focus to be on the feeling for this one. It was a two handed affair from the beginning, with the lowermost hand splitting time between my ballsack and the base of my shaft. I employed every trick in my arsenal. Pulled out all the stops, but languidly, letting it build slowly. My jacks have been quite frantic, so I wanted this one to be slow, to concentrate on every single sensation. Pressing the fingertips of my bottom hand into the thick ridge at the base of my cock while stroking with my upper hand. Hand over hand upward strokes. Cupping and rolling my slippery balls with my right hand as my left fucked the entire length of my shaft. Many more such tricks, driving myself crazy, until my hips were arching of the bed with need.

The coup de grace was straightforward: fucking both fists in unison. Long tight wet strokes. Thrusting off the bed. Muscles clenching. Feeling the precipice approaching. Almost. Almost. As I passed the point of no return, I actually relaxed and just let it wash over me. Holding my spasming cockshaft in my fist with my left hand, playing with my ballsack with my right. The explosion was searing. I could feel the heat of my seed as it erupted from deep within me. I could feel my abdomen fluttering with the force of expulsion.

Empty. Drained of everything but a residual glowing warmth. Then, sleep.

Wow... this visuals that played in my mind. OMG Torti!

 

[MechaBlade]

at ease.
much much? youre pretty advanced for someone who got a late start.

I've only recently begun to do what I've been fantasizing about for years.

branches outside lurch.
snow, a yoke they must burden.
like my swollen rocks.

I like.

 

[Batch]

jaying to this

http://www.youporn.com/watch/31706

ummm, yeah, inspired by Tort and his pleasures

three times, damn fine Os,

with my vibe just on my clit
for a woman's pleasure

Fuck YEAH!!

 

[Bacetti]

jaying to this

http://www.youporn.com/watch/31706

ummm, yeah, inspired by Tort and his pleasures

three times, damn fine Os,

with my vibe just on my clit
for a woman's pleasure

Fuck YEAH!!

oh *purr*

I love that clip. I have it saved.

 

[thisgirl]

I was horny all morning, so during my lunch hour I went out to my car and took care of things. I moved to an area in the parking garage where there were no other cars and just slipped my hand into my slacks. It was pretty quick since I had been wanting to come for hours. Now lunch is over and I am feeling much better. More calm.

 

[tortoise]

jaying to this

http://www.youporn.com/watch/31706

ummm, yeah, inspired by Tort and his pleasures

three times, damn fine Os,

with my vibe just on my clit
for a woman's pleasure

Fuck YEAH!!

Oh, yes.

That one has already been responsible for voluminous spilling of my seed. Fucking hot.

I fucking love this thread. Pleasure feeds pleasure.

Feeling ferocious today. Wild. Sylvan. Craving a snarling grapplefuck in the woods.

 

[Batch]

Oh, yes.

That one has already been responsible for voluminous spilling of my seed. Fucking hot.

I fucking love this thread. Pleasure feeds pleasure.

Feeling ferocious today. Wild. Sylvan. Craving a snarling grapplefuck in the woods.

oh my, yes.

 

[Andraste]

gently rubbing my clit, just thinking about his hand, his lips, his voice. soft touches, gentle tones, his voice telling me that he was going to spank me. hard. first till i'm angry, then through tearful, till all the fight & struggle is gone from me. until i'm broken, crying but accepting, naked to the core. only then will he take me, softly.

 

[MechaBlade]

Again today to this humiliation/rape fantasy.

The first part is actually a gender-reversal of a scene from a book I read in 5th grade or so. It always pissed me off that it was a boy being humiliated.

But in this version it was a girl who was being forced to embarrass herself in front of other girls in the locker room. It was a redhead (looking a bit like Laura Prepon), picked on by many, who was being forced to do her ape dance whilst naked in the girls' locker room by a vicious blonde. Just like the guys in the book, the redhead grew fed up with this treatment and got revenge by getting the also naked blonde in a hold and tossing her out of the door. She crash landed stark naked in the hallway as boys giggled at her. Furious and humiliated she stormed back into the locker room.

Unlike the book, the fantasy didn't end here. The blonde gets revenge by having her friends hold the nude redhead down and forcing something up her ass. Carrot, toilet plunger, dildo... I could never settle on one tool. Both times I came an O of pure excellency.