Jacking-Off Log

[bridgeburner]

rocco,

How can anything that's sexually incandescent be "inappropriate"?

Inappropriate in a PC sense. Rape isn't sexy doncha know and if you say otherwise Andrea Dworkin will personally send a sqad of hairy lumberjackian lesbians to your house to drub you soundly about the head all the while chanting propagandist slogans at you. You'll wake on the floor to find that every book in your house has been edited in heavy black pen to correct the spellings of womyn and herstory.

-B

 

[rosco rathbone]

What finally got me over the top was the image of her held down by guards while a stream of drooling morons in Wee Willie Winkie nightcaps took turns pumping spastically away between her legs.

You just gave me a cold chill. How do you know about wee willie winkie and night caps and such?????????

And to have them pumping her, too much. SOlid gold!

 

[bridgeburner]

You just gave me a cold chill. How do you know about wee willie winkie and night caps and such?????????

It was one of my favorite Mother Goose rhymes. I heard somewhere that he was actually a child molester or something so he was used as a kind of boogeyman to keep kids in line. All you see in the illustrations is a little blonde cherub running over the cobblestones peeking into windows.

That's almost creepier, really. I mean, who let that child out? What's wrong with him that he's out there? Makes me think of the kid in Pet Semetary that rises from the dead and eats his mother's eyes right out of her skull.

Anyway, I've been unpacking and came across the crate that holds my Big Book of Mother Goose with the black and white checkerboard cover. Must have put it in my mind.


-B

 

[bridgeburner]

Tuesday - 7:40p - standard VJ, O-rating 2.5

When I went to bed around 11 I thought I might try again but was too sleepy and sacked out instead.

Wednesday - 6:20p - standard VJ, O - 2

I realize I'm becoming anxious and resentful. This is taking all the fun out of jacking. I did enjoy a rather prolonged feel-up session last night when I went to bed but I took a perverse pleasure in not even attempting to jack. As if I were deliberately kissing off a homework assignment. That rather defeats the purpose of jacking entirely.

So, I have decided to be open to jacking at any available time, but I will not try to force myself to jack. Already I'm feeling better. I will continue to count out the end of my 90 days, but I am now happy to conclude with whatever final number my libido actually dictates.

Perhaps now that I've removed the source of stress from my bed I'll actually get a decent night's sleep.


Day - 79
Count - 52


-B

 

[rosco rathbone]

Yeah, I'm on the same wavelength beebs. This jack rabbit shit is for the birds.

I jacked this morning and just now, also yesterday, and I had a dream that tied in, but I am too beat to relate all now; maybe later.

 

[MastAddict]

I'm sitting here at my laptop. Surfin for hot pics on the net. Reading lit and stroking my cock. Love this place. Love to look at the beautiful ladies and see the way there pussy's look. Some with some fine hair and some shaved. I search for all kinds of pics as I stroke. From chubby ladies, whom I love, to fine cute amateurs. Sometime I look for gloryhole pics and mmf bisex and expecially shemale with a woman. Mmm Mmm good.

I will keep in touch.

 

[bridgeburner]

Snagged two yesterday evening, one around 8pm that made me "Yip!", which was kind of startling. It's the sort of sound you make when you're unexpectedly poked in the ribs.....or at least the sort of sound that I make when unexpectedly poked in the ribs.

It was far more animated a sound than the rather hum-drum "Aah" I let out later while sitting on my front stoop when a possum ambled out of the neighbors' bushes. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, looked up and saw a smallish possum crossing the walk between my neighbors' stoop and mine headed for the bushes in front of my patio about 8 feet from me. I looked up, startled and jerked and said "Aah," rather more as if I'd found dog snot on my pant leg than if I'd been threatened with mauling by a large, sharptoothed and possibly rabid rodent.

The Possum looked up kind of surprised "Huh? Oh, you're still here. Shouldn't you be in bed? I'll just go back and wait til later, then, shall I?" And scurried back to the neighbors' place.

I went in and jacked off again. Only a 2.5 this time but I was quite pleased since 24hours earlier I'd been sure I'd never jack again.

Day - 80
count - 54


-B

 

[bridgeburner]

btw, Rosco, the current AV is fucking hawt.

 

[rosco rathbone]

btw, Rosco, the current AV is fucking hawt.

rosco always gives the hard core kids what they want and need.

 

[bridgeburner]

knuckling tear from corner of eye

"You're just too good to us, Mr. Rathbone. God bless you, Sor!"

( sniff! )

 

[rocco9]

"current AV"?

Bridge[t],

understand the "fucking hawt" but not "current AV".

btw, I enjoy thinking of you as a young Bridget in a plaid skirt, white panties, sticky fingers and a nasty fetish for seminarian semen. Misty-eyed fingerfuck, light spanking, spattering those panties with eggy spume and all that.

kind of makes one want to jerk, dudn't it?

 

[rosco rathbone]

Re: "current AV"?

Bridge[t],

understand the "fucking hawt" but not "current AV".

btw, I enjoy thinking of you as a young Bridget in a plaid skirt, white panties, sticky fingers and a nasty fetish for seminarian semen. Misty-eyed fingerfuck, light spanking, spattering those panties with eggy spume and all that.

kind of makes one want to jerk, dudn't it?

She perfers septuagenarian semen.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Long as I'm here, I might as well log. I got off two this day. One in the predawn gloom, the other a while ago. I nutted lying on my back--unusual; but curiously strong. It sort of reminded me--kinesthetically speaking--of being blown while lying in that same position and the delicious feeling of helplessness in the face of onrushing conclusion. I arched my back and let out a rather amusingly feeble and surprised "oOf!".

 

[rosco rathbone]

I had a bit of a wank; a little while ago. Let me try to set the scene.

Yesterday; whilst attempting to circumnambulate "the isle of the Manhattoes" (W. Whitman)--a feat of exploration not yet achieved by any man, at least to my knowledge--I came upon a curious tableaux on the Hudson River promenade near 100th St.

A man and a barely-pubescent girl were sitting on a bench. He-looking out to sea with an air of self-conscious tranquility; she, sitting on the end of the bench with her back to him. Both had matching red t-shirts with some sort of yellow logo.

She was Southeast Asian, with copper skin, unusually tall and slender. Her beautiful face showed a mixture of loathing, restlessness and boredom. Clearly; she'd rather have been anywhere else.

The man, perhaps 45, was wearing shorts, high black socks and sandals. His skin was a pasty humid white; with black hair. He had a noble, even cetecean brow; which bordered on the bulging; and was bald all the way back to his crown; at which point a sweep of strangely black hair was swept over the top of his white skull and tumbled about his ears. He was likewise thickly bearded; and sat in what appeared a rather effete posture, spine erect, shoulders back, legs crossed at the knee with hands folded one atop the other on his hairy kneecap. I took all this in at an instant; in the trancelike receptivity of exhaustion; for I'd been walking nonstop nearly 8 hours.

My mind instantly composed a narrative to accompany this vision. The red t-shirts meant that they had been paired by some kind of well-meaning West Side "Big Brother" organization. Perhaps she, adopted by a surgeon and a magazine editor who had little time for her, was doing poorly in school and was obliged to spend Saturdays with a volunteer tutor and companion; suffering boring "quality time" activities such as "a stroll in the park". Or perhaps she was a brilliant young Malaysian chess prodigy; and her parents (her father perhaps a Mathematician at Columbia) had enrolled her in some horrid "Chess For Youth" program staffed by lonely grad students from the departments whose denizens rarely see the light of day....etc etc.

In any even; there was obviously some kind of Humbert-Humbert tension electrifying the atmosphere. The man was all too pointedly ignoring the body language of the teenager; the whole air was one of a couple after a fight; rather than man with a bored child in his care; or rather; somewhere imprecisely and uncomfortably between. What oceans of desire and rejection seprarated these two?? My mind was much preoccupied with such sad speculations as I limped gamely southwards, lost in trance, while oil barges swayed at anchor and ponytailed co-eds rollerbladed bravely through the stifling haze.

Last night; my sleep was tormented by fragmentary dream pursuit of a tall, skinny, rather homely and pale Japanese girl. She'd promise herself to me and withdraw around the fractal, non-Euclidean corners. She had to wait until after her Ph.D; but was willing to rub up against me for now. Finally I trapped her against a sink in a oneiric kitchen and took out my member, intending to force it into her hand; determined to take satisfaction at last. Then I awoke, and jacked one of those strange Sunday dream-jacks of loss and longing.

 

[rosco rathbone]

A webpage devoted to medical consequences of over-frequent masturbation:

http://www.herbolove.com/library/resource/overmas/fatal.asp?source=google10

 

[rosco rathbone]

A webpage devoted to medical consequences of over-frequent masturbation:

http://www.herbolove.com/library/resource/overmas/fatal.asp?source=google10

 

[bridgeburner]

rocco,

"Current AV" means the picture that Rosco has under his name. Right now it's a lovely Japanese girl being forced from behind while a crowd of spectators in business suits looks on. It gives me a major wide-on.

btw, I enjoy thinking of you as a young Bridget in a plaid skirt, white panties, sticky fingers and a nasty fetish for seminarian semen. Misty-eyed fingerfuck, light spanking, spattering those panties with eggy spume and all that.

I spent many years wearing just such a uniform. I think perhaps I'll braid my hair.



-B

 

[bridgeburner]

Foul, filthy, liars!! Peddling alarmist bullshit in order to hawk their smarmy snake-oil!

That's just wrong on so many levels I don't even know where to begin.


Don't you believe them, Mr. Rathbone. They're trying to undermine your performance. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that they are secretly on the payroll of a certain Citizen "thebone" trying to diminish the frequency of your jacks.



As for myself, it won't work since I'm a female and they have no idea how many orgasms are or are not good for me.


-B

 

[bridgeburner]

Friday evening I tried an experimental fantasy about how I might have lost my virginity. It was quite tame compared to my usual thoughts with only overtones of coersion but it was good enough to almost get me over the edge thinking about an older boy I knew when I was 14. He was always teasing and pushing me beyond what I thought I might want to experience but looking back I realize that it was one of the best times of my sexual life. I was both horribly embarrassed and fiercely aroused around him all the time. I suppose I should be thankful or grateful that he didn't go "too far", but I often wonder what it might have been like if he did. Or if I'd met him when I was a bit older. In the end the fantasy wasn't quite mean enough and I had to switch over to something of a more violent and less-consensual nature but all in all it was kind of fun to see if I could get off to something almost sweet. O-rating 4.


Saturday afternoon I thought of Queen Bee and finally christened the couch. It turns out that I have aquired yet another Coma Couch. It contains some sort of magnetic force that pulls a body in and refuses to release it without a major effort. The magnetic force is accompanied by a soporific which sucks the unwary down into Coma Sleep eating precious hours of leisure time in massive, multi-hour chunks.

I can't remember now what I was thinking about but I managed a satisfactory 3 and then drifted off into a two hour nap.


Saturday night I discovered that there is such a thing as too much lube. Chafing is bad the next day if I play too dry, but I prefer sticky to dripping. If things are too wet then I don't feel as much. I nearly derailed in the middle of the jack and ended up with sodden panties trying to mop up a bit so I could actually feel what was going on. Back on track I rubbed out a rather weak 2 but was at least gratified that I'd managed to get one at all.


Sunday - no jacks. I made salsa and could tell by the sting in my fingers that I hadn't managed to eliminate all of the juice from the Habanero peppers. I played it safe and elected not to risk transfering the burn to more sensitive areas.

Day - 83

Count - 57


-B

 

[Queen Bee]

I sent Dr. Lin at that snake oil website an email inquiring about the recommended frequency of masturbation for women. I haven't received an answer yet, though.

I'm pleased that your couch is working out, BB. I have a similarly soporific sofa.

No jacks these past few days, but I did order the multi-function USB vibe and I'm holding it my hand, putting it through its paces. It has some interesting pulses and a slow, steady, 0-60 rev that may be fun to try. I'll let you know how it goes.

 

[Queen Bee]

I got a response from Dr. Lin!

In response to my inquiry about whether excessive masturbation can be detrimental to a woman's health, he replied, "Yes, it's the same for women, although not as common as for men."

 

[Celtia]

Hmmm...interesting thread...

My log for the past 24 hours...

Last night, around 2am:

Went to bed, lay with knees up, hand inside pants. Noise wasn't a problem, as Beau wasn't home. Fantasized about a certain VERY sexy male friend of mine having rather vanilla sex with me...but talking during sex (he has the sexiest baritone voice...mmmmm...calling him later). Excellent orgasm...on a scale of 1 to 10, an 8.

This morning, around 7:30am:

Woke up horny, and realized Beau wasn't home from work yet. Wandered into the living room, and logged onto Lit. After puttering for a bit, checked our JJJs porno archives, and got myself off to a video clip of a woman giving a blow job (oh, how I love giving blow jobs...and I'm in withdrawal...it's been 4 days since I gave Beau his last one). Hand inside pants, panting and moaning. Orgasm about a 7.

Today, around 6pm:

Wandered around Lit, then checked out the "anal" stories. Read the one about the 2 women and 1 man in the "spa". Had to be quiet, Beau is asleep in the bedroom. Hand outside pants, rubbing clit. Orgasm about a 9.

 

[ducky19]

I've had a busy day in this department

 

[Celtia]

I've had a busy day in this department

Me too...I think there'll be more...and maybe Beau will be forced to get lucky...

 

[ducky19]

Me too...I think there'll be more...and maybe Beau will be forced to get lucky...

Oooh,

I think I'm due for a couple more before bed.

Good luck with your fun