Jacking-Off Log

[bridgeburner]

There's nothing like seeing a woman and you're not quite sure she's the one in the porno you watched last night.

It never is, but there are two things I hope for every day: 1. I will see a porn star on the street minding her business and I will say "I love your work" and she'll wink (or be embarrassed) and I walk away.

And 2, I will be watching porn and I will see one of the girls I hated in high school or who didn't give me any pussy in high school.

Mecha,

It's not that far out of a possibility for you. Remember, you live in the land of porn and movie stars. You're likely to see either one of them shopping at Rite Aid.

 

[bisexplicit]

Preface: I may do all the good in the world, but what I masturbate to makes me a horrible person.




Lesbian stories are usually, largely, disappointing. Not enough violent penetration and gaping holes. Too much soft, gentle, loving cunt-licking.

But, there are those rare ones - those beautiful gems - that will give you the backstory of why the heroine has become a lesbian. Do the authors know that their description of her rape and sexual abuse that drove her to be a queer slut is what I guiltly masturbate to? Do they add it in because they know my cunt gushes when it becomes the tale of "I'm a 21 year old dyke because my step-father touched me"? It's gorgeously disgusting to have that lesbian confide to her new lover that she likes women because men have always been abusive assholes, "My ex-boyfriend raped me, and now I just want to lick your pussy, sweetie."

Unfortunately, however, those stories never seem to conclude with her being raped by her new lesbian girlfriend. I have to add in that part, myself.




I think I'll probably need to delete this post, later, once my post-orgasmic guilt diminishes, but my shame of confessing my sins increases.

 

[katiebarthedoor]

Preface: I may do all the good in the world, but what I masturbate to makes me a horrible person.




Lesbian stories are usually, largely, disappointing. Not enough violent penetration and gaping holes. Too much soft, gentle, loving cunt-licking.

But, there are those rare ones - those beautiful gems - that will give you the backstory of why the heroine has become a lesbian. Do the authors know that their description of her rape and sexual abuse that drove her to be a queer slut is what I guiltly masturbate to? Do they add it in because they know my cunt gushes when it becomes the tale of "I'm a 21 year old dyke because my step-father touched me"? It's gorgeously disgusting to have that lesbian confide to her new lover that she likes women because men have always been abusive assholes, "My ex-boyfriend raped me, and now I just want to lick your pussy, sweetie."

Unfortunately, however, those stories never seem to conclude with her being raped by her new lesbian girlfriend. I have to add in that part, myself.




I think I'll probably need to delete this post, later, once my post-orgasmic guilt diminishes, but my shame of confessing my sins increases.

you should write a coffeetable book of the degenarate, perverted clips of fantasy that end up on the editing room floor of your mind.
brilliant.

 

[bisexplicit]

you should write a coffeetable book of the degenarate, perverted clips of fantasy that end up on the editing room floor of your mind.
brilliant.

But who would actually keep that book on their coffeetable? I mean, aside from you?

I certainly would be too ashamed to have a copy.

 

[bridgeburner]

But who would actually keep that book on their coffeetable? I mean, aside from you?

I certainly would be too ashamed to have a copy.

Well, if the pictures were really artistic.......


I was recently discussing sudden, unexpected death with a friend of mine and trying to figure out whether I'm worried enough about it to collect all of my sexually impeachable material into one place so that a trusted friend could clear it out of my apartment before my parents or brother became aware of any of it.

Then I got to thinking what a waste that would be and figured I'd just have an address for some kinkster I know affixed to the box so it could just be mailed out and my beloved atrocities would go to a good and appreciative home.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Preface: I may do all the good in the world, but what I masturbate to makes me a horrible person.

Amen.


The lesbian shit you describe is my only point of sexual interest in lesbians. Lesbians as damaged straight girls.

 

[Batch]

Well, if the pictures were really artistic.......


I was recently discussing sudden, unexpected death with a friend of mine and trying to figure out whether I'm worried enough about it to collect all of my sexually impeachable material into one place so that a trusted friend could clear it out of my apartment before my parents or brother became aware of any of it.

Then I got to thinking what a waste that would be and figured I'd just have an address for some kinkster I know affixed to the box so it could just be mailed out and my beloved atrocities would go to a good and appreciative home.

will this box of treasures include toys?

 

[Hester]

Well, if the pictures were really artistic.......


I was recently discussing sudden, unexpected death with a friend of mine and trying to figure out whether I'm worried enough about it to collect all of my sexually impeachable material into one place so that a trusted friend could clear it out of my apartment before my parents or brother became aware of any of it.

Then I got to thinking what a waste that would be and figured I'd just have an address for some kinkster I know affixed to the box so it could just be mailed out and my beloved atrocities would go to a good and appreciative home.

when i was facing potential death recently i decided i didn't give a shit what people found.

 

[bisexplicit]

Well, if the pictures were really artistic.......


I was recently discussing sudden, unexpected death with a friend of mine and trying to figure out whether I'm worried enough about it to collect all of my sexually impeachable material into one place so that a trusted friend could clear it out of my apartment before my parents or brother became aware of any of it.

Then I got to thinking what a waste that would be and figured I'd just have an address for some kinkster I know affixed to the box so it could just be mailed out and my beloved atrocities would go to a good and appreciative home.

I don't have too many physical things that I'm concerned about other people seeing. I would, however, want to have my computer smashed to bits. It is too important to me to maintain my double life, even after death. My family should remain only knowing my sweet side - it would hurt them too much to know that they raised a pervert.

Amen.


The lesbian shit you describe is my only point of sexual interest in lesbians. Lesbians as damaged straight girls.

Despite my feminism, despite my attraction to women, "pure" lesbians are difficult to find attractive (although, I recently have made a special exception for dominant, butch lesbians who act as if they wish they were men).

 

[Slutastic]

I got myself off at work. My hand under my skirt, rubbing my thumb against the soft cotton of my knickers, my clit beneath. My cunt was happy.

 

[raindancer]

Due to medications, I lost my sex drive. It's as part of me has died. Along with with such loss, I can't achieve orgasm. For the first time in 30 years, I find myself without self-pleasure. It pisses me off so I decided to punish myself. If my body wanted to betray me, I will hurt it until it gives. I rubbed and rubbed my clit until numbness set in. I found two mini-clothespins in my craft box. I attached one to each of my swollen cunt lips. That did nothing but increase my need for aggression so I stood and slapped the pins, and my lips drooped even more. All I could think of was finally being taken from behind, my anus ripped and soiled, as I cried no, and I finally came. It was the tiniest orgasm I've ever experienced yet I felt like I won. A little.

 

[Dionysian Beast]

Due to medications, I lost my sex drive. It's as part of me has died. Along with with such loss, I can't achieve orgasm. For the first time in 30 years, I find myself without self-pleasure. It pisses me off so I decided to punish myself. If my body wanted to betray me, I will hurt it until it gives. I rubbed and rubbed my clit until numbness set in. I found two mini-clothespins in my craft box. I attached one to each of my swollen cunt lips. That did nothing but increase my need for aggression so I stood and slapped the pins, and my lips drooped even more. All I could think of was finally being taken from behind, my anus ripped and soiled, as I cried no, and I finally came. It was the tiniest orgasm I've ever experienced yet I felt like I won. A little.

Awww! That's such a shame. It does seem like you could use some help in the aggression department, though

 

[raindancer]

Awww! That's such a shame. It does seem like you could use some help in the aggression department, though

Without an outlet, I'm an angry bitch. This is true.

 

[Dionysian Beast]

Without an outlet, I'm an angry bitch. This is true.

Oh, but I meant help as in someone helping you being violent with your body

 

[raindancer]

Yes, I do need some help. I want to be shamed into orgasm.

/hijack

 

[Rambling Rose]

Maybe I can help?

 

[rosco rathbone]

Without an outlet, I'm an angry bitch. This is true.

When I get like that (not from medications but just due to god only knows what fluctuations in the orgone layer-caused by hairspray maybe), the violence level of my fantasies goes through the roof.

 

[raindancer]

Maybe I can help?

Are you going to bite me, again?

 

[rosco rathbone]

Funny one today. I fell asleep last night with my vade mecum open on my chest -the collected works of iceberg slim in a folio first edition, alligator hide bound, with the words of the master in red. Woke up with a problematical bone and actually jacked off while talking to myself in 1940's pimpese.

Now dig what I'm rappin' to you, Bitch! You think you a precious necessity to a player? You think I'm about to spit on the graves of the pointy-shoe macks of yore, who sacrificed everything for this pimp game? Bitch, you nothin' but a black garbage can for all them peckerwood swipes. Bust loose from respectable scratch, whore!

I oed thinking about kicking a prone woman in the fat ass over and over again with a 500 dollar shoe.

 

[Rambling Rose]

Are you going to bite me, again?

Look, I'll do what it takes to get the job done and you'll thank me for it.

Pass the fruit chews.

 

[bridgeburner]

will this box of treasures include toys?

I don't have anything that plugs in and very little else otherwise. You'd end up with a snake-bite kit, a small rubber flail, a pair of handcuffs, a mini-bag of rubberbands like to go on orthodonture work and a Big Red Cock. The porn is actually far more embarrassing to me. The flail and the dildo are pretty obvious but not in the least scary to a vanilla, but the Hentai and Nazi Sexploitation flics would make my mother cry.

 

[bridgeburner]

when i was facing potential death recently i decided i didn't give a shit what people found.

I'm a morbid worrier with more than a touch of narcissism. Why else would I worry about what the world would think about me after my death? It's not as if the world thinks anything about me now. ;->

 

[Hester]

I'm a morbid worrier with more than a touch of narcissism. Why else would I worry about what the world would think about me after my death? It's not as if the world thinks anything about me now. ;->

i'd describe myself as both narcissistic and a worrier. yet i was surprised at how i could absolutely give a rat's ass about what people thought about me after i was gone. matters not a whit to me.

 

[SkAoUt]

I'm a morbid worrier with more than a touch of narcissism. Why else would I worry about what the world would think about me after my death? It's not as if the world thinks anything about me now. ;->

Good point.

I don't wear womens underwear however I hope that the morning of the day I die is the morning I decide to slip some lacy panties up my legs.

 

[Hester]

Good point.

I don't wear womens underwear however I hope that the morning of the day I die is the morning I decide to slip some lacy panties up my legs.

just make sure they're clean.