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I got one off last night and two today. I think the pH balance in my balls might be fucked though; as the seed burns on exit.
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Celtia said:
Nah, I'm a total health food freak. I've been having the problem of burning seed off and on my whole life. Some accupuncturist or chinese five elements witchdoctor would set me straight no doubt.
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Lushisss said:
What a slut.
Happy birthday, anyhow.
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mmmm, you got it sweetheart. strokin my hard meat thinkin of you. just wish i had more to visualize. If your avatar is you you are truly beautiful.
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Monday - 5:40p - quickie VJ triggered by a completely non-sexual....well, I suppose it really wasn't but the only reason it's sexual is because of the attendant subtext. Anyway, I was reading an alternate history sort of book about the US in the 1930's after a plague has wiped out more than half the world's population. There's a scene where this smarmy KKK recruiter is buttering up a dimwit and telling him about how Reconstruction in the South consisted of making white women pull plows in the field while former slaves sipped whiskey on the verandah.
Now, I don't get worked up over the interracial thing. It's just not a thing for me, but the idea of haughty southern belles being forced to pull plows in the field? Well, that turned my mind to jellow for sure and I was off to jack and think about Civil War deserters comandeering the farms and abandoned wives of other men. Gleeful, ignorant, sweaty and malicious.
Took about ten minutes and rubbed out a 3.
11p - this one almost got away from me. Can't now remember exactly what I was thinking about but it culminated in a O of about 1.5 Nothing to write home about certainly, but for the Jack Log I contribute all O's great and small.
Day - 84
Count - 59
-B
Now, I don't get worked up over the interracial thing. It's just not a thing for me, but the idea of haughty southern belles being forced to pull plows in the field? Well, that turned my mind to jellow for sure and I was off to jack and think about Civil War deserters comandeering the farms and abandoned wives of other men. Gleeful, ignorant, sweaty and malicious.
Took about ten minutes and rubbed out a 3.
11p - this one almost got away from me. Can't now remember exactly what I was thinking about but it culminated in a O of about 1.5 Nothing to write home about certainly, but for the Jack Log I contribute all O's great and small.
Day - 84
Count - 59
-B
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I've heard of history jacks but they command considerable more imagination and energy than I am able to muster. Bravo, beebs.
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I don't know how much imagination it really requires for me. I think it's just a by product of my misspent reading habits. I doubt that my fantasies are historically acurate to any great degree.
Now I've got images of a panel of historians standing around the characters of my fantasy saying
"No, no, no. This won't do. That is most assuredly a circumcized penis and no low-born Newgate gaoler in the 1800's would have been circumcized."
"Whuh?" the hulking, thug of a gaoler loses most of his erection in bewilderment as a tightly wound woman in pince-nez glasses marks demerits in a steno-pad.
"And look here!" another scholarly type points between the recently thrashing legs of our heroine "A trimmed bush???? Scandalous lack of scholarship! And these peole are entirely too clean.....well, the female is at any rate. And they've both got all their teeth!!!"
"Demerit! Demerit! Demerit!!!"
By this point my players are hastily arranging their clothes and trying to scurry off without being further noticed. I'm standing shamefaced, head hanging, hands clasped at my groin, one toe making circles in the dust on the historically inaccurrate cobbled stone floor and nobody is turned on anymore.
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Now I've got images of a panel of historians standing around the characters of my fantasy saying
"No, no, no. This won't do. That is most assuredly a circumcized penis and no low-born Newgate gaoler in the 1800's would have been circumcized."
"Whuh?" the hulking, thug of a gaoler loses most of his erection in bewilderment as a tightly wound woman in pince-nez glasses marks demerits in a steno-pad.
"And look here!" another scholarly type points between the recently thrashing legs of our heroine "A trimmed bush???? Scandalous lack of scholarship! And these peole are entirely too clean.....well, the female is at any rate. And they've both got all their teeth!!!"
"Demerit! Demerit! Demerit!!!"
By this point my players are hastily arranging their clothes and trying to scurry off without being further noticed. I'm standing shamefaced, head hanging, hands clasped at my groin, one toe making circles in the dust on the historically inaccurrate cobbled stone floor and nobody is turned on anymore.
-B
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Arrrgh! Curses, foiled again!
No jacks to report. I was bustling around from the minute I got home until I collapsed into bed around 12:30. I fell asleep before I could rub one out.
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No jacks to report. I was bustling around from the minute I got home until I collapsed into bed around 12:30. I fell asleep before I could rub one out.
-B
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Jacks were on hold with me this day as well.
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I jerked off twice today , first in the moring on cam for this cute blonde chick on cam and then when i got home from work there was this hot asain girl in a mini skirt and heels she gave me a hard on the second I saw her
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I got one off; this afternoon. There was a bit of an exasperated; desperate flavour to it. I looked at my secret cache of japanese rape porns as I toned the bone; and I knew I could nut at will; but I also knew that I would not be popping the orgone bubble and releasing the emotional energies. I am tied up in knots inside. I nutted with a frustrated, angry noise like someone skinning their knuckles while trying to change the oil filter of the riding mower on the first stifling day of summer.
I noticed that my left ball; which is always trying to creep upwards when I jack, had painfully lodged in my body. I never heard of anyone who jacked with one hand pressing down on their abdomen to prevent this, but I do that.
I noticed that my left ball; which is always trying to creep upwards when I jack, had painfully lodged in my body. I never heard of anyone who jacked with one hand pressing down on their abdomen to prevent this, but I do that.
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Rosco,
I am covetous of your porn collection. Deeply covetous.
Soothe my envy and tell me that if I was your neighbor you'd make a little lending library card for me. Pretty please??
-B
I am covetous of your porn collection. Deeply covetous.
Soothe my envy and tell me that if I was your neighbor you'd make a little lending library card for me. Pretty please??
-B
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Wed - 11p - I should have written it down yesterday when there was some hope that I might've remembered a detail or two, but alas it is nearly gone from my mind. All I remember is that for the first night since I moved into this place a little over a month ago I was able to sleep without the fan blowing on me. The silence was a bit unnerving but didn't distract me too much and I rubbed out a decent 3
Thurs - 6:20p - Pre-nap, VJ hit 2.5 on the O-scale. Slept for an hour afterward which unfortunately meant that I tossed and turned all night after finally managing to drift off about 1am
Why do some naps help and some naps hurt? That's just not fair. I want napping to always be a boon and a comfort. I don't do drugs anymore. I need my fucking naps!!!! Is that so much to ask? I don't take them every day even. Can't this one thing in life be simple?
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Thurs - 6:20p - Pre-nap, VJ hit 2.5 on the O-scale. Slept for an hour afterward which unfortunately meant that I tossed and turned all night after finally managing to drift off about 1am
Why do some naps help and some naps hurt? That's just not fair. I want napping to always be a boon and a comfort. I don't do drugs anymore. I need my fucking naps!!!! Is that so much to ask? I don't take them every day even. Can't this one thing in life be simple?
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bridgeburner said:
You've seen a few of my favorites turn up as "av's". It's really rawwther monotonous: pale, skinny, pretty young japanese women being humped by pale, skinny androgynous looking men. When the japs want to signify "butch"; they make the guy chubby, or give him big sideburns and Buddy Holly spectacles.
In my fantasy (the only Japanese women I have ever banged were prostitutes and therefore off limits), the Nipponese are the ultimate "shut the fuck up and take it" race of women. As I've mentioned before; there is something long-suffering and stoical about their facial expressions in my favorite pornos that is highly stimulating to me.
There's a fundamental lack of outrage . THeir faces seem to saying, we are the women of a warrior race. We shut up and take it. Or that's how it seems to me anyway.
Anyway, beebs, no library card for you. This stuff is 200 proof--too potent for anything with a womb. I let it trickle out in dribs and drabs to keep the kids happy.
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You are a cruel, cruel man.
I'm laughing but utterly desolated at the same time. I'm gonna have to go watch Female Market again and make up the really good parts.
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I got one off last night, just a pipecleaner.
I dreamed that a girl I know was face down, being fucked by a muscular light-skinned black man; with tattoos. I was hovering over them like a disembodied soul. Then I alighted and somehow also began fucking her; without his knowledge. But she knew it was me even though she couldn't see me, and reached back to give my balls a gentle loving squeeze. I was both fucking her and watching him fuck her from above.
Anyway, I awoke and jacked a leisurely, rather melancholy jack remembering past loves; and I kept seeing that muscular body humping away at her sprawled form. I do so wish I could be an eye in the sky; passing though all walls and master of time and distance.
The jack turned to thoughts of oral philanthropy and watching a girl serve others; then I hied me to my roman ejaculatorium for conclusion.
Then I laid awake, listening to traffic and transit on AM radio, masturbating idly; until I found that I was still hard. I jacked, thinking of other solitaries alone in rented rooms; with AM radio their only companion. When they got to all bridges and tunnels clear , my body contorted and I had another orgasm.
I dreamed that a girl I know was face down, being fucked by a muscular light-skinned black man; with tattoos. I was hovering over them like a disembodied soul. Then I alighted and somehow also began fucking her; without his knowledge. But she knew it was me even though she couldn't see me, and reached back to give my balls a gentle loving squeeze. I was both fucking her and watching him fuck her from above.
Anyway, I awoke and jacked a leisurely, rather melancholy jack remembering past loves; and I kept seeing that muscular body humping away at her sprawled form. I do so wish I could be an eye in the sky; passing though all walls and master of time and distance.
The jack turned to thoughts of oral philanthropy and watching a girl serve others; then I hied me to my roman ejaculatorium for conclusion.
Then I laid awake, listening to traffic and transit on AM radio, masturbating idly; until I found that I was still hard. I jacked, thinking of other solitaries alone in rented rooms; with AM radio their only companion. When they got to all bridges and tunnels clear , my body contorted and I had another orgasm.
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Got one off just now; between the laundry and mopping the deck in the head.
Yes, I probably shouldn't be telling you this but I had a bit of a wank just now. It all started with dreamy thoughts of the sheer relaxing feeling of oral servitude. If you are a person like me; there's nothing better than the feeling that someone is compelled to focus entirely on your pleasure and to stay with you until the end. Obviously; I have some deep anxieties about this; otherwise that blissful, relaxed feeling wouldn't make such an appearance by contrast. I think the roots of my dominance may lie here; but I am getting off-topic.
So, lying on my cot I was, wanking. First, warm-bath feelings of lying back in armchairs with arms outspread and head back; recieving oral servitude. Then, a recurrent fantasy appreared. In it, I was lying on my bed wanking; watching a girl kneel before a man, serving him orally. He was about 30, pale, freckly, white-skinned Irish complexion, with receding red hair. Tattooed, neither fat nor skinny, in- or out-of-shape. I watch him closely for his orgasm face; knowing that she is using deep-throat techniques which she developed on me: very efficacious in milking the male gland.
As he starts to come, I tell him "be sure to jam it to the back of her throat and grab her head and hold it there so that she chokes!"
...and that was too much. I had to jump and hie me for my roman ejaculatorium, posthaste, or I'd have fallen short of the ejaculation basin and spilt seed on the clean deck. As I concluded, moaning picturesquely, I flashed on angry ass-fucking, riding her hard, merciless, hand knotted in her hair, banging her head on the wall. This is what sluts and cocksuckers get.
Yes, I probably shouldn't be telling you this but I had a bit of a wank just now. It all started with dreamy thoughts of the sheer relaxing feeling of oral servitude. If you are a person like me; there's nothing better than the feeling that someone is compelled to focus entirely on your pleasure and to stay with you until the end. Obviously; I have some deep anxieties about this; otherwise that blissful, relaxed feeling wouldn't make such an appearance by contrast. I think the roots of my dominance may lie here; but I am getting off-topic.
So, lying on my cot I was, wanking. First, warm-bath feelings of lying back in armchairs with arms outspread and head back; recieving oral servitude. Then, a recurrent fantasy appreared. In it, I was lying on my bed wanking; watching a girl kneel before a man, serving him orally. He was about 30, pale, freckly, white-skinned Irish complexion, with receding red hair. Tattooed, neither fat nor skinny, in- or out-of-shape. I watch him closely for his orgasm face; knowing that she is using deep-throat techniques which she developed on me: very efficacious in milking the male gland.
As he starts to come, I tell him "be sure to jam it to the back of her throat and grab her head and hold it there so that she chokes!"
...and that was too much. I had to jump and hie me for my roman ejaculatorium, posthaste, or I'd have fallen short of the ejaculation basin and spilt seed on the clean deck. As I concluded, moaning picturesquely, I flashed on angry ass-fucking, riding her hard, merciless, hand knotted in her hair, banging her head on the wall. This is what sluts and cocksuckers get.
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The cool thing about this new USB vibe is that it's extremely unobtrusive. The controller looks like an MP3 player or something, and the wire to the bullet is almost impossible to detect, snaked as it is through the leg of my shorts.
That last paragraph of rosco's really got to me, and I quickly tossed off a squirmy, pink-faced 7 while reading it over and over. As far as I can recall, that's my first piggyback jack (jack inspired by another's log entry).
That last paragraph of rosco's really got to me, and I quickly tossed off a squirmy, pink-faced 7 while reading it over and over. As far as I can recall, that's my first piggyback jack (jack inspired by another's log entry).
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piggyback jack goes in the lexicon.
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scenario
i was running from an officer, his night stick threatening to trip me in the alley, which it eventually did. i landed on my stomach, scraping my elbow and chin. His booted foot planted itself at the back of my neck and i grunted as his other boot toed my skirt up over my hips. His night stick came down on my ass, nudging my anus and rubbing the lips of my cunt. He walked down my back, pressed the stick into my neck and unzipped his pants, forcing the blunt head of his dick into my anus. It tore and i screamed. i came thinking of his cock pumping seed into my torn hole, burning it.
i was running from an officer, his night stick threatening to trip me in the alley, which it eventually did. i landed on my stomach, scraping my elbow and chin. His booted foot planted itself at the back of my neck and i grunted as his other boot toed my skirt up over my hips. His night stick came down on my ass, nudging my anus and rubbing the lips of my cunt. He walked down my back, pressed the stick into my neck and unzipped his pants, forcing the blunt head of his dick into my anus. It tore and i screamed. i came thinking of his cock pumping seed into my torn hole, burning it.
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I was just realizing last night that I must've miss-counted days. Day 90 will hit on the 31st of this month so I'm behind but not as far as I thought I was.
I have been remiss, however. If I don't log right away they tend to all blend together and all I remember is that I did it, not much about what I was thinking and all half-remembered jacks get the average 3 score in my mind.
Friday night was a standard jack but I do recall that it was only a modest 2. Why I remember that but nothing else I couldn't say.
Saturday afternoon between daytime festivities and evening carousing was a pre-nap jack of no particular significance.
Sunday was a day of rest since I had no jacks. I thought about really working on one but just wasn't moved. It was too comfortable just to snuggle into my bed and play brain games.
Monday - 5:40p - Was reading a thriller about a man whose life is destroyed when his wife enters a cult. I had picked the book up on a whim because I vaguely recalled reading something else by this writer where I got a bitty rape scene that was better for extended fantasy than for actual reading, but then I thought that perhaps I had only picked up that first book in expectations that ultimately weren't met.
None of which is important. The crucial thing is that I came upon a scene which really kind of upset me --- some depictions of rape do and others are just hot --- but it also turned me on. It wasn't particularly detailed, but it didn't need to be. It was like I'd dropped Ben-Gay in my panties all of a sudden.
A tertiary character, a female federal agent, has briefly infiltrated the Cult Compound. She's discovered, slapped around a bit by the guards trying to extract information then hauled off to an interrogation room. We don't see her for a couple of pages while we follow our hero around the compound. We next stumble upon her, naked, tied face down over a table, bloodied but breathing and the guard who's just finished is tucking his spent cock back into his pants. He looks up to our hero who's just come in and says "Here, you deserve a piece of this. Stick it to her. We've been showing her how to take a real man's seed."
The hero declines and someone else comments "That's right, you don't like sloppy seconds and this is fifths." Har har.
Stick it to her.
This is fifths.
I think if she'd been a character that I knew better or had spent more time with I would have been only disturbed and not excited. As it was, this was like the razor's edge for me between the two. It has nothing to do with the brutality or lack thereof. It's some indefinable quality that I just "know" when I read/see it. Weird.
Anyway, I didn't spend too much time pondering over it --- less time than it took me to write all this certainly. Up I leapt, stripping off clothes and pulling back sheets to assume my favored position to rub out a 4.5 in about ten minutes.
Later last night I got off another one just before sleeping. Only a 2, which was a disappointment after how hot I'd been earlier in the day, but a sucessful jack is a sucessful jack and I'm counting every one.
So, the amended Day is 83
Count - 65
-B
I have been remiss, however. If I don't log right away they tend to all blend together and all I remember is that I did it, not much about what I was thinking and all half-remembered jacks get the average 3 score in my mind.
Friday night was a standard jack but I do recall that it was only a modest 2. Why I remember that but nothing else I couldn't say.
Saturday afternoon between daytime festivities and evening carousing was a pre-nap jack of no particular significance.
Sunday was a day of rest since I had no jacks. I thought about really working on one but just wasn't moved. It was too comfortable just to snuggle into my bed and play brain games.
Monday - 5:40p - Was reading a thriller about a man whose life is destroyed when his wife enters a cult. I had picked the book up on a whim because I vaguely recalled reading something else by this writer where I got a bitty rape scene that was better for extended fantasy than for actual reading, but then I thought that perhaps I had only picked up that first book in expectations that ultimately weren't met.
None of which is important. The crucial thing is that I came upon a scene which really kind of upset me --- some depictions of rape do and others are just hot --- but it also turned me on. It wasn't particularly detailed, but it didn't need to be. It was like I'd dropped Ben-Gay in my panties all of a sudden.
A tertiary character, a female federal agent, has briefly infiltrated the Cult Compound. She's discovered, slapped around a bit by the guards trying to extract information then hauled off to an interrogation room. We don't see her for a couple of pages while we follow our hero around the compound. We next stumble upon her, naked, tied face down over a table, bloodied but breathing and the guard who's just finished is tucking his spent cock back into his pants. He looks up to our hero who's just come in and says "Here, you deserve a piece of this. Stick it to her. We've been showing her how to take a real man's seed."
The hero declines and someone else comments "That's right, you don't like sloppy seconds and this is fifths." Har har.
Stick it to her.
This is fifths.
I think if she'd been a character that I knew better or had spent more time with I would have been only disturbed and not excited. As it was, this was like the razor's edge for me between the two. It has nothing to do with the brutality or lack thereof. It's some indefinable quality that I just "know" when I read/see it. Weird.
Anyway, I didn't spend too much time pondering over it --- less time than it took me to write all this certainly. Up I leapt, stripping off clothes and pulling back sheets to assume my favored position to rub out a 4.5 in about ten minutes.
Later last night I got off another one just before sleeping. Only a 2, which was a disappointment after how hot I'd been earlier in the day, but a sucessful jack is a sucessful jack and I'm counting every one.
So, the amended Day is 83
Count - 65
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