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joelyginger said:
I woke up at 1:48 a.m. - there was a pressure behind my cunt... You know how you wake up from a deep sleep & you're not sure what time it is? Where you are? That was how I felt.... it was really dark - really quiet. It was a little confusion and mostly sensation - that pressure, that warmth inside my cunt. God, if you had been there I would have sucked you off to get you hard and climbed on top of you to have that more - more - filled up feeling.....

I started playing with my clit - rubbing hard. The pressure intensified. My roommate was right next door - my door was open. My breathing intensified but I stayed quiet. Spreading my legs wider, rubbing my clit faster - alternating between sliding 2 fingers deep inside me and rubbing my clit.

I slowed down as that familiar warmth started spreading - I thought of your hands in my hair - your cock shoved down my throat - my tears - your force - what it would be like the next time we're together - and I didn't want to slow it down anymore. It was so so hard to stay quiet & it's almost like THAT intensified the pressure even more - I couldn't scream your name, I couldn't moan or cry - I bit down on my lip & even that turned me on more.

I had to take my fingers off my clit - it actually hurt because the feeling was so much. I shoved my fingers inside me and pushed them up as far as I could go as the orgasm continued to flow. As it finally slowed down, I cupped my pussy with my hand and curled up - thinking of being wrapped around your body, holding you close, needing more.

I might have to do it again after reading this....
 
Once more to a very typical student-professor fantasy (bookworm bitches). But the acting and dialogue were excellent. She really made me believe she was in love with her professor. Probably a real college student.

Anyway, I came so hard, I went backwards in time a few minutes. Relatively speaking. For the 4th time in 24 hours (what a great fucking day, right?) it was more water and dust than sperm.

God bless porn. May the Internet always flow with an abundance of it.
 
Got a blowjob from a cute new lapdancer at the club I work at. 20 years old blonde Ukrainian. Fuck. 2 minutes into the blowjob, a knock on my office door. Theres a phone call for her. Fuck! She leaves, I have a hard dick and blue balls. I have to jerk-off myself now...
 
A girl crying "I'm sorry" with a purple strap-on in her mouth. Then back in her ass.

This is the best investment I've made.
 
this thread needs some marquez

The only unusual relationship was the one I maintained for years with the faithful Damiana. She was almost a girl, Indianlike, strong, rustic, her words few and brusque, who went barefoot so as not to disturb me while I was writing. I remember I was reading Los lozana andaluza—The Haughty Andalusian Girl—in the hammock in the hallway when I happened to see her bending over in the laundry room wearing a skirt so short it bared her succulent curves. Overcome by irresistible excitement, I pulled her skirt up in back, pulled her underwear down to her knees, and charged her from behind. Oh, Senor, she said, with a mournful lament, that wasn't made for coming in but for going out. A profound tremor shook her body but she stood firm. Humiliated at having humiliated her, I wanted to pay her twice what the most expensive women cost at the time, but she would not take a cent, and I had to raise her salary calculated on the basis of one mounting a month, always while she was doing the laundry and always from the back.
 
Imagining the man missing for most of my life. Kissing me like a lover. My fingers are his fingers as they move between the lips of my cunt. They find the spot and set to work. Explosions inside my body render me helpless. Panting mouth, moist lips, damp pants, wet pussy.
 
Teenage_Head said:
Imagining the man missing for most of my life. Kissing me like a lover. My fingers are his fingers as they move between the lips of my cunt. They find the spot and set to work. Explosions inside my body render me helpless. Panting mouth, moist lips, damp pants, wet pussy.
Lucky fingers.
 
I have reached a personal record today. As of 8:45pm I have jacked nine times, yes NINE TIMES since I got out of bed this morning.

I've been sorting through books to get rid of and came across an old-style bodice ripper that has had me twiddling the bean raw. All but two of these have been couch jacks and I just noticed that now that it's dark I'd better pull the shades all the way down on the living room window. During the day somebody could have seen me but they'd have had to press up against the window. Now that it's dark I'll have to be sure not to be putting on a show for the neighbors.

And what about this book set me off? Our heroine, Purity, yes, Purity, is forced into sexual servitude by a secret society that kidnaps her daughter. She is inducted into the society and made to swear obediance to them if she ever hopes to see her daughter alive again. They give her a medallion and inform her that any man who shows her his own medallion has the right to her body.

She has to hide all of this from her husband of course so we get such delicious scenes as them attending a diplomatic dinner and the host of the party taking her off to show her his art gallery then producing his amulet. While her husband is in the very next room over she's humiliated and raped by their host and then must go into dinner and sit next to the man who proceedes to spend the entire meal surreptitiously fingering her while her husband and all the other guests are oblivious around them.

At another point an old army aquaintence of her husband's comes by while her husband is out and produces his own medallion. After her husband comes home she has to make polite lies to him about the aquaintance's visit in the very room where the man raped her on the rug, across her husband's desk, over the back of the couch.

She gets publicly flogged in a tavern, turned over to a couple of footmen who rape her while their master looks on, whipped again by a guy in a Goat-Head mask and then raped, raped in an Inn while she's delirious with fever and can't tell she's not dreaming about her husband, gang-raped at a Black Mass where she's to be the sacraficial victim.

Ah, the list goes on and on. They just don't write 'romance' novels like they used to.

This is one book definitely not going in the discard pile.
 
Yup. It was a total subsconcious thing. I put the book down... and did it twice. After Harry Potter, that sounds kinda strange.... but felt great!
 
rydia57 said:
Yup. It was a total subsconcious thing. I put the book down... and did it twice. After Harry Potter, that sounds kinda strange.... but felt great!
Yeah, Rydia, it sounds strange. But if it felt great, that's good, and twice too. Mmmm.
 
short skirt, sheer knickers and a vibrating bus makes for an interesting journey. Sat in the front row, upstairs on a double decker. I think I was alone. I got an attack of the hornys. I kept my finger pressed against the fabric of my knickers, my clit underneath...and let the buses bounces and vibrations do the work.
 
Finally jayed to the new job yesterday. Wasn't my most inventive--imagined I'm on stage, working the floor, and man after man comes up, pulls the thong to the side, unzips, and dicks me roughly for a minute or two before grunting and filling me up. Tucks a dollar into the unused side of the thong afterwards. Standard gangbang, no real humiliation or pain involved, just lots of hard dick and hot cum. I wonder if I am going soft (har har) after all. Then again, I love that I'm still turned on by simple pleasures like a cuntful of sperm.

Process - probably around an 8, anytime I actually squeal as I'm getting close is a great j
O - definitely an 8.5 at least. Back to work with me'self!
 
Quint said:
I love that I'm still turned on by simple pleasures like a cuntful of sperm.
That alone is jackworthy.


Cuntful of sperm, mmmmmmmmmm.
 
Quint said:
Finally jayed to the new job yesterday. Wasn't my most inventive--imagined I'm on stage, working the floor, and man after man comes up, pulls the thong to the side, unzips, and dicks me roughly for a minute or two before grunting and filling me up. Tucks a dollar into the unused side of the thong afterwards. Standard gangbang, no real humiliation or pain involved, just lots of hard dick and hot cum. I wonder if I am going soft (har har) after all. Then again, I love that I'm still turned on by simple pleasures like a cuntful of sperm.

Process - probably around an 8, anytime I actually squeal as I'm getting close is a great j
O - definitely an 8.5 at least. Back to work with me'self!

Don't give up. .. You'll get that 8.5 if I recall your previous posts correctly.
 
despite having decided to give up sex
have not been able to give up
masturbating

Wednesday
Thursday
Saturday

two to three times each orgasms, allowing them to be
and then before they subside
again
and again

10 + each and all
world dissolved crashed away to nothingness, just sensation all
joy
for the moment.


i admit it was because of his dark hair, the proportions of his face and his cries as he came... the last time.
 
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bridgeburner said:
I have reached a personal record today. As of 8:45pm I have jacked nine times, yes NINE TIMES since I got out of bed this morning.

I've been sorting through books to get rid of and came across an old-style bodice ripper that has had me twiddling the bean raw. All but two of these have been couch jacks and I just noticed that now that it's dark I'd better pull the shades all the way down on the living room window. During the day somebody could have seen me but they'd have had to press up against the window. Now that it's dark I'll have to be sure not to be putting on a show for the neighbors.

And what about this book set me off? Our heroine, Purity, yes, Purity, is forced into sexual servitude by a secret society that kidnaps her daughter. She is inducted into the society and made to swear obediance to them if she ever hopes to see her daughter alive again. They give her a medallion and inform her that any man who shows her his own medallion has the right to her body.
I want to read this awesome book.

Quint said:
Finally jayed to the new job yesterday. Wasn't my most inventive--imagined I'm on stage, working the floor, and man after man comes up, pulls the thong to the side, unzips, and dicks me roughly for a minute or two before grunting and filling me up. Tucks a dollar into the unused side of the thong afterwards. Standard gangbang, no real humiliation or pain involved, just lots of hard dick and hot cum. I wonder if I am going soft (har har) after all. Then again, I love that I'm still turned on by simple pleasures like a cuntful of sperm.

Process - probably around an 8, anytime I actually squeal as I'm getting close is a great j
O - definitely an 8.5 at least. Back to work with me'self!
*Tucks a dollar into your thong*

dmwstar69 said:
doing it now. looking at make female anal sex porn. liking it
Isn't porn great?
 
bridgeburner said:
I have reached a personal record today. As of 8:45pm I have jacked nine times, yes NINE TIMES since I got out of bed this morning.

I've been sorting through books to get rid of and came across an old-style bodice ripper that has had me twiddling the bean raw. All but two of these have been couch jacks and I just noticed that now that it's dark I'd better pull the shades all the way down on the living room window. During the day somebody could have seen me but they'd have had to press up against the window. Now that it's dark I'll have to be sure not to be putting on a show for the neighbors.

And what about this book set me off? Our heroine, Purity, yes, Purity, is forced into sexual servitude by a secret society that kidnaps her daughter. She is inducted into the society and made to swear obediance to them if she ever hopes to see her daughter alive again. They give her a medallion and inform her that any man who shows her his own medallion has the right to her body.

She has to hide all of this from her husband of course so we get such delicious scenes as them attending a diplomatic dinner and the host of the party taking her off to show her his art gallery then producing his amulet. While her husband is in the very next room over she's humiliated and raped by their host and then must go into dinner and sit next to the man who proceedes to spend the entire meal surreptitiously fingering her while her husband and all the other guests are oblivious around them.

At another point an old army aquaintence of her husband's comes by while her husband is out and produces his own medallion. After her husband comes home she has to make polite lies to him about the aquaintance's visit in the very room where the man raped her on the rug, across her husband's desk, over the back of the couch.

She gets publicly flogged in a tavern, turned over to a couple of footmen who rape her while their master looks on, whipped again by a guy in a Goat-Head mask and then raped, raped in an Inn while she's delirious with fever and can't tell she's not dreaming about her husband, gang-raped at a Black Mass where she's to be the sacraficial victim.

Ah, the list goes on and on. They just don't write 'romance' novels like they used to.

This is one book definitely not going in the discard pile.
Hell, I have read those 'Purity' books....
 
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