Jacking-Off Log

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Went to take a cat-nap today before the matinee and ended up jacking. Quick and feral and totally overwhelming. I think it took about five minutes altogether and gave me a long jerky, shuddering O.
 
thinking of him jacking off
calling my name
simply to clean him off
a present
no words exchanged
I knew what to do
and I loved it
and it was so hot

quick jack
 
My cock has actually been rather docile of late. Placated.

No more. It won't shut up today. Snarling. Humming like a fucking tuning fork. Demanding satisfaction.

My head is swimming, but the visual sense is subdued. Feel is dominant, but I wouldn't call it sensual, by any means. It's far too violent, too visceral for that. The feel of muscles straining, grappling, grinding, grasping, gyrating. Hard, hot, nasty animal rut. Wet slapping and crackling. Guttural grunting. The smell of sex like a thick fog hanging in the air. A briney primal fuckmist. Now is not for caressing. Now is for taking, clutching, grabbing fistfuls of flesh. Grip. Purchase. Anything to increase the force. Impact. Driving. Striving to fuck through her. Relentless. Merciless. Won't stop. Can't stop. Never stop.

Fuck. Yeah.
 
tortoise said:
Now is not for caressing. Now is for taking, clutching, grabbing fistfuls of flesh. Grip. Purchase. Anything to increase the force. Impact. Driving. Striving to fuck through her. Relentless. Merciless. Won't stop. Can't stop. Never stop.

Fuck. Yeah.
that is awesome
 
tortoise,

the fucklust is beyond palpable.

strange how
even image fades into
blue-hum...

awoke in mid-early
with just such...

damn near ripping at self-flesh
before....

fuck!

sense and selfishness
forced
my labored attempt
at
understanding...

no.. not understanding;

self-examination.

never came to understand it...

moments as an eternity...


just
finally

took it.

and
the itch didn't
even half-go away...

drained but bothered...

today is
delicious hell.

 
haven't posted in a while


Mine played out this morning rousing from sleep, thinking of something I wanted last night

rain coming down, clothes being torn off, hands grasping, pulling, clenching and trying to touch every wet inch of skin
hungry kisses, longing looks
hips grinding, writhing and gyrating
shoved up against the wall, my thighs grabbed, lifted up and sheathing deep and hard his thickness inside of me
thrusting, slamming in and out, over and over
hitting it just right, squeezing nice and tight
wetness and heat from the outside meeting slick stickiness and hot inside
jet upon jet of sweet, hot cream filling me
and those eyes staring back, smiling...
 
drown said:
[...]
and
the itch didn't
even half-go away...

drained but bothered...

today is
delicious hell.


Yes. In this state, slaking only feeds the need. A surplus of energy. Radiant dynamo hum.

VermilionSkye said:
rain coming down, clothes being torn off, hands grasping, pulling, clenching and trying to touch every wet inch of skin
hungry kisses, longing looks
hips grinding, writhing and gyrating
shoved up against the wall, my thighs grabbed, lifted up and sheathing deep and hard his thickness inside of me
thrusting, slamming in and out, over and over
hitting it just right, squeezing nice and tight
wetness and heat from the outside meeting slick stickiness and hot inside
jet upon jet of sweet, hot cream filling me
and those eyes staring back, smiling...

Fuck. Yes. Yes!
 
tortoise said:
My cock has actually been rather docile of late. Placated.

No more. It won't shut up today. Snarling. Humming like a fucking tuning fork. Demanding satisfaction.

My head is swimming, but the visual sense is subdued. Feel is dominant, but I wouldn't call it sensual, by any means. It's far too violent, too visceral for that. The feel of muscles straining, grappling, grinding, grasping, gyrating. Hard, hot, nasty animal rut. Wet slapping and crackling. Guttural grunting. The smell of sex like a thick fog hanging in the air. A briney primal fuckmist. Now is not for caressing. Now is for taking, clutching, grabbing fistfuls of flesh. Grip. Purchase. Anything to increase the force. Impact. Driving. Striving to fuck through her. Relentless. Merciless. Won't stop. Can't stop. Never stop.

Fuck. Yeah.
ohmygod. from my mind to your mouth. exactly.

sometimes i wonder whos really in charge. not in the bullshit 'oh men only think with the little head' kind of cliche. but in a real, tangible 'i'm in the middle of making someones drink, but i have to go to the mens room and jack off' kind of way.

then, i'm back in charge.

brilliant, tort.
 
katiebarthedoor said:
sometimes i wonder whos really in charge. not in the bullshit 'oh men only think with the little head' kind of cliche..

Aye. Thinking don't enter into it.

Deeper than thought, deeper than emotion. Raw. Uncomplicated. The head can get muddled. So can the heart. The cock? Never.

The cock burns pure id. It scoffs at entanglements. It is the sword cutting through the Gordian knot.
 
tortoise said:
Aye. Thinking don't enter into it.

Deeper than thought, deeper than emotion. Raw. Uncomplicated. The head can get muddled. So can the heart. The cock? Never.

The cock burns pure id. It scoffs at entanglements. It is the sword cutting through the Gordian knot.
hell bent on satisfaction

sleeps lightly

always waiting

for awakening
 
tortoise said:
Aye. Thinking don't enter into it.

Deeper than thought, deeper than emotion. Raw. Uncomplicated. The head can get muddled. So can the heart. The cock? Never.

The cock burns pure id. It scoffs at entanglements. It is the sword cutting through the Gordian knot.
your mind can rationalize and justify all it wants. but the cock reconciles all the base, selfish desires in a moment. you know what you want. it injects it into your concious like a plunger in a needle. no way to dilute it.

sometimes i meditate about things by masturbating to them. i could ponder and wax, but jacking off about it leads to the same conclusion, just ultimately faster. the thoughts that lead to ejaculation are the clearest in the human experience. but this might just be me.


damacles (sp) never wielded this much responsibility, either.
 
Batchoohus said:
hell bent on satisfaction

sleeps lightly

always waiting

for awakening

Yes. Cock sleeps lightly, but that sleep is never troubled. Conscience clear, for it has none.

katiebarthedoor said:
your mind can rationalize and justify all it wants. but the cock reconciles all the base, selfish desires in a moment. you know what you want. it injects it into your concious like a plunger in a needle. no way to dilute it.

sometimes i meditate about things by masturbating to them. i could ponder and wax, but jacking off about it leads to the same conclusion, just ultimately faster. the thoughts that lead to ejaculation are the clearest in the human experience. but this might just be me.


damacles (sp) never wielded this much responsibility, either.

Precisely right.

The Clarity of Cock. Cyclopean 20/20.
 
VermilionSkye said:
haven't posted in a while


Mine played out this morning rousing from sleep, thinking of something I wanted last night

rain coming down, clothes being torn off, hands grasping, pulling, clenching and trying to touch every wet inch of skin
hungry kisses, longing looks
hips grinding, writhing and gyrating
shoved up against the wall, my thighs grabbed, lifted up and sheathing deep and hard his thickness inside of me
thrusting, slamming in and out, over and over
hitting it just right, squeezing nice and tight
wetness and heat from the outside meeting slick stickiness and hot inside
jet upon jet of sweet, hot cream filling me
and those eyes staring back, smiling...

Now that has made me want to jack thinking of you and wishing it was me in your thoughts!
 
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