Jacking-Off Log

[snowy ciara]

Interesting thread, Mr. Rathbone..

Sadly, I have no good ones to report. The combination of recent illnesses and injuries, personal stress and the drugs used to treat them has murdered my libido. It lays lifeless on the floor beside the bed; sadly collecting dust next to a pile of discarded one handed reading materials.

But if I get through this, I'll share.

 

[hogjack]

Considered it. Decided to whittle instead.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I am totally bored with every aspect of my own sexuality; but still the biological pressure of orgasmic need does not abate. It simply lacks emotional resonance, becomes another source of bodily tension like hunger or the need to urinate.

This morning, I wanked to an image that somehow sums it all up for me. I pictured myself as a fat, gouty old man who never left an armchair in some Dickensian study or rich man's library; with a log always on the fire, etc. I was wealthy & powerful and various people would come seeking favors and begging for my infuence. From time to time they would bring females, who, instructed as to how to behave, would enter silently, kneel at my feet without a word, unbutton my pantaloons and orally serve me with humble and downcast eye, then leave immediately, wiping their mouths. The whole time I would be gazing idly at the dancing flames on the grate, perhaps thinking of what soup I would like the cook to prepare for my midnight meal.

 

[snowy ciara]

Hey Mr. Rathbone.

I like the penny dreadful av better. This one makes me think of some drugged out speed freak with jaundice and the std of the week. But anyway.

To-day I stretched out on my sofa with cat draped over the back of it and a nice sexified vampire novel. Anita Blake, if you're interested. For a moment, I pondered the view espoused by the Master of a friend of mine who is of the boomer generation that vampires are sexier than when he was a kid my age. But I was too sleepy to follow that train of thought out of the station. Having insomnia and track practice and plotting literaeic sedition takes a lot out of a girl.

Being reasonably turned on by thoughts of Anita "I hate the Undead" boffing the vamp of the week, I dropped said book and proceeded to play gently with the affected parts with no particular fantasy in mind. I was just thinking "Oh my, this feels goods," as I hovered on the edge of sleep. I was looking forward to a nap following the logical conclusion of the unfolding events, thinking that possibly the Big O would knock me out for a few hours. Or even a small O.

I was lying there getting very close to a decent O when all of the sudden my traitorous brain gave me a picture of the cute sushi chef with the dimples from the tepanyaki place last Thursday night! I mean, the man was cute, well, gorgeous really, as was commented on at great length by my companions that night. But why the hell did my feverish brain suddenly impose him upon the impending O, complete with head band and sushi knives? I was so surprised by the picture that I immediately lost the orgasmic edge I had been honing and fell back into a disbelieving, ungratified and totally wide awake heap on my sofa.

There's probably something totally Freudian and scary percolating in the dark and scaly recesses of my brain, but I'm too damn tired and frustrated to figure it out.

 

[luxey313]

Hey Mr. Rathbone.

I like the penny dreadful av better. This one makes me think of some drugged out speed freak with jaundice and the std of the week. But anyway.

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i see you are a fan of the cramps...

 

[bridgeburner]

rock to me Goo Goo Muck

 

[rimmy]

This morning, I wanked to an image that somehow sums it all up for me. I pictured myself as a fat, gouty old man who never left an armchair in some Dickensian study or rich man's library; with a log always on the fire, etc. I was wealthy & powerful and various people would come seeking favors and begging for my infuence. From time to time they would bring females, who, instructed as to how to behave, would enter silently, kneel at my feet without a word, unbutton my pantaloons and orally serve me with humble and downcast eye, then leave immediately, wiping their mouths. The whole time I would be gazing idly at the dancing flames on the grate, perhaps thinking of what soup I would like the cook to prepare for my midnight meal.

Sounds like a great existence to me. Nice usage of pantaloons btw.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Hey Mr. Rathbone.

I like the penny dreadful av better. This one makes me think of some drugged out speed freak with jaundice and the std of the week. But anyway.

To-day I stretched out on my sofa with cat draped over the back of it and a nice sexified vampire novel. Anita Blake, if you're interested. For a moment, I pondered the view espoused by the Master of a friend of mine who is of the boomer generation that vampires are sexier than when he was a kid my age. But I was too sleepy to follow that train of thought out of the station. Having insomnia and track practice and plotting literaeic sedition takes a lot out of a girl.

Being reasonably turned on by thoughts of Anita "I hate the Undead" boffing the vamp of the week, I dropped said book and proceeded to play gently with the affected parts with no particular fantasy in mind. I was just thinking "Oh my, this feels goods," as I hovered on the edge of sleep. I was looking forward to a nap following the logical conclusion of the unfolding events, thinking that possibly the Big O would knock me out for a few hours. Or even a small O.

I was lying there getting very close to a decent O when all of the sudden my traitorous brain gave me a picture of the cute sushi chef with the dimples from the tepanyaki place last Thursday night! I mean, the man was cute, well, gorgeous really, as was commented on at great length by my companions that night. But why the hell did my feverish brain suddenly impose him upon the impending O, complete with head band and sushi knives? I was so surprised by the picture that I immediately lost the orgasmic edge I had been honing and fell back into a disbelieving, ungratified and totally wide awake heap on my sofa.

There's probably something totally Freudian and scary percolating in the dark and scaly recesses of my brain, but I'm too damn tired and frustrated to figure it out.

And so it goes with our Os, always having the rug pulled out from underneath by the subconscious. Well written.

Beebs, how is the masturbation lifestyle treating you?

Lux, I am still trying to get her into Jethro Tull---the mighty Cramps are a decade away, at least.

 

[snowy ciara]

And so it goes with our Os, always having the rug pulled out from underneath by the subconscious. Well written.

Beebs, how is the masturbation lifestyle treating you?

Lux, I am still trying to get her into Jethro Tull---the mighty Cramps are a decade away, at least.

Why thank you, Mr. Rathbone. There are several word perves around here, y'know. I confess that I'm a logophile. And for the record, I already like Jethro Tull. I've just been in more of a Comfortably Numb mood lately.

 

[Rion]

Jacking off

Yes, the eternal pressure that builds in the balls. Your phraseology gave me a laugh , old man. Keep wanking.

I love Jacking off and one day I was in steam room stroking away quite happily and I had achieved a really hard erection which was at least 8 inches long, facing thr door. Then in walked two young women and three very young girls. There was no way of hiding it So I just sat there with my cock at the ready. Eventually we got talking and all finished up in the spa pool where I bounced the one of the girls on my cock. We then had a swim in the pool. Great fun but no fucking. Another I went to another sauna and had an erection when this very young(16) walked in with a cup of lemon tea. She was impressed because later she came back again which her friend, aged 17. Ehen I wanted her to massage my cock she said I was cheeky

 

[rosco rathbone]

Please preface all such remarks with the disclaimer "I was having a wank and fantasizing that....."

 

[luxey313]

Lux, I am still trying to get her into Jethro Tull---the mighty Cramps are a decade away, at least.

Why punish her with such a thing? Is she that deservant of a one?
By the way, how are you Rosco?
Have a good weekend?

 

[bridgeburner]

Rosco,

Quite good for the most part. Solid VJs with a few shuddery toe-curlers last week. I only got seriously derailed once in the last week and it was annoying as hell. I couldn't even blame anyone else. I was apparently so lost in my lustful imaginings that I forgot to swallow and as I was lying on my back I choked on a dust mote or something and completely lost my train of wank.

-B

 

[Rion]

Jacking off

Please preface all such remarks with the disclaimer "I was having a wank and fantasizing that....."

On this occaision I did not need to fantasize, it really happened.
At the same place a girl used to massage me and she would jacck me off while I touched her up. She got so excited I feares for my cock. She used to yell,"you've found my weak spot".

 

[MechaBlade]

I am totally bored with every aspect of my own sexuality; but still the biological pressure of orgasmic need does not abate. It simply lacks emotional resonance, becomes another source of bodily tension like hunger or the need to urinate.

When this happens to me, I just need a muse. All of a sudden a daily ritual becomes a faucet for sexual creativity.

I pictured myself as a fat, gouty old man who never left an armchair in some Dickensian study or rich man's library; with a log always on the fire, etc. I was wealthy & powerful and various people would come seeking favors and begging for my infuence. From time to time they would bring females, who, instructed as to how to behave, would enter silently, kneel at my feet without a word, unbutton my pantaloons and orally serve me with humble and downcast eye, then leave immediately, wiping their mouths. The whole time I would be gazing idly at the dancing flames on the grate, perhaps thinking of what soup I would like the cook to prepare for my midnight meal.

My goal in life is to make this my daily ritual.

"Godfather, I come to ask a favor of you. But first, here is my beautiful daughter Diana..."

 

[Rion]

Jacking off

just finished and it was a Good one! i'm ovulating finally. fuck, what a difference. last night i had to work extra hard for an orgasm i felt like saying fuck you to, and today, brilliance! okay, so....


i was laying on my bed on my back, knees up and apart. i'm half dressed from work, a blue knit tank top and choker on top, short jean skirt on the bottom. i didn't even take off my panties, just pulled them aside...

i've been replaying an episode from last season's soprano's in my mind lately...tweaking it for me (i think this might be my first tv jack)...

the guys are in the back room doing business, while the whores are on their knees sucking them off.... the men barely pay attention to them, except to say "suck it harder, bitch" or grab their hair when they're about to cum..... my guy does that, he grabs my hair and head with both of his hands, stands up and literally starts fucking my mouth... he's moaning and has his eyes closed...it's like i'm not even there......soon he's thrusting faster and holding my head and hair so tight that it hurts before finally he lets out a growl and jams his cock down my throat, bathing my tonsils with jet after jet of hot seed.... (that's when i came)

Gee, I wish I could meet you. I'll have a good wank thinking about it.Sounds like every guys dreamgirl!

 

[rosco rathbone]

"Godfather, I come to ask a favor of you. But first, here is my beautiful daughter Diana..."

Right. The key part is that she doesn't say a word. A ritualistic quality to the whole proceedings.

 

[Diariest]

Re:

I love pleasing myself, I use a vibrating dildo and I think of a sexy female with a fat ass. Hellyeah Dayum what a turn on.. And yes, I am a female. LOL

 

[bridgeburner]

Mulling over an old thought in my head and have come to a new conclusion. It's been a few years since I read Vox (if you haven't read you really should, it's hot), but one of the things that has stuck with me all this time is the male character (can't remember his name) talking about how no woman is anything but hot when she's "strumming".

At the time I couldn't get my head around it. I mean, there are a lot of unattractive women in the world and I don't think that Margaret Thatcher would be transformed to babe-hood if I saw her twiddling her bean.

So I kind of left it at that. I couldn't get my head around it but accepted it as this character's frame of mind and didn't conern myself.

Somewhere today I was wandering around the threads and the whole "watching a lover masturbate" topic came up and I realized my thoughts have changed --- not that I think Margaret Thatcher is a hottie, but I can believe that there would be something compelling to someone about watching her.

Why? Because I asked myself whether or not I'd watch a repulsive man jack off and find it hot. The answer is yes. It wouldn't necessarily make me want to do him, but there is something sexy simply about the act regardless of the actor.


And that's my lesson learned for the week.



-B

 

[MechaBlade]

Right. The key part is that she doesn't say a word. A ritualistic quality to the whole proceedings.

The only sounds she would be allowed to make are slurping and humming. Also, she must never look me in the eyes. She's there to do a job: in, out, over.

Why? Because I asked myself whether or not I'd watch a repulsive man jack off and find it hot. The answer is yes. It wouldn't necessarily make me want to do him, but there is something sexy simply about the act regardless of the actor.

I agree. Many women whom I wouldn't sleep with I would watch polish the oyster for a while. Although Margaret Thatcher is a stretch, I would've definitely checked her out when she was 20 or 30. I, along with many men, are still trying to believe the concept of women who sit around and decide to strum their nubs in their free time, without any provokation from a nearby lover or porn director.

 

[bridgeburner]

I, along with many men, are still trying to believe the concept of women who sit around and decide to strum their nubs in their free time, without any provokation from a nearby lover or porn director.

My first inclination was to bug out my eyes and look at you as if you were crazy because of COURSE women masturbate in their spare time of their own volition, but then I thought about it some more and even though I know it's true --I've even talked about it with other women-- I have a hard time imagining it of most women the moment we're not actively discussing it.

If I had to imagine that any of my female co-workers might have wanked at any time I'd be inclined to say that it was only maybe once and then only to see what the fuss was about and then never did it again. And this has nothing to do with what I know of these women personally --- it's a pervasive female stereotype that flies in the face of not only common sense but actual fact. I KNOW at least some of these women masturbate -- probably all of them. It's a fact and yet it seems impossible to me at the same time.

That's truly bizarre and now I'm going to be obsessing on it all day if not all weekend.

wow.

-B

 

[rosco rathbone]

The Jacks of Spring

This abominable change of season brings torrential rains, disputed elections in sundry lands, tremors beneath the sea, hay-fever, and the chills and aches which do serve as preamble to the plagues of summer. The lobito waxes gibbeous like a moon and the mind turns, once again, to thoughts of perversity and cockknockery most vile.

In these barracks, hard by the East River, men have carried on the tradition of masturbation since the Winter Solstice in a cold and disciplined fashion, by the numbers, in all weathers. We wanked with chillblained hands like Washington's men at Valley Forge and spilled our seed to the beat of the drum on frozen earth.

But now comes time to don druidical robes and offer seed to the lengthening days. O Masturbation, hear my plea! Turn not a blind eye on we your humble supplicants. Preserve us from pregnancy and sexually transmitted disease. We offer gifts of seed to you and burn them on your alter!

Now to case and point; chapter and verse: Ever since the Vernal Equinox I have been having a compulsive wank at daybreak. Interestingly enough, I note that my cock seems to be gaining in width as I age. This is a recent spurious observation unconfirmed by any caliper other than that of my uncalibrated and grimy fist. In view of the well known fact that other cartilagenous members such as the nose and ears also continue grow as the rest of the body rots; almost in mockery of the decline of the whole, one might say; I am inclined to treat this intuition as scientific fact. But never mind that.

Looking over my notes I see that I record one wank per day for the last week; except for Good Friday; on which day I sought relief twice ere the sun set.

I am also pleased to report that a brief spell of villanous sloth, midwinter, which had me spilling seed on my stomach like a lazy swine, has now passed and that I now cast my offerings into my roman ejaculatiorium once more as in bygone days. The ejaculatorium drain has been very slow lately and I fear to call a plumber or notify the landlord in case drastic measures should discover a gigantic ball of congealed seed in the pipes; but I carry on regardless.

Anyhow, the boring wanks of winter are now at an end and all hail the stimulating and edifying and perverse jacks of spring and summer.

Carry on, wankers.

 

[MechaBlade]

The ejaculatorium drain has been very slow lately and I fear to call a plumber or notify the landlord in case drastic measures should discover a gigantic ball of congealed seed in the pipes; but I carry on regardless.

I imagine you'd have to jack more than four times a day to make that happen, or have a ludicrously-large Peter North type of output to stop up a drain. Cum is mostly water soluble.

I keep thinking about the Godfather situation. I think I'm gonna write it in a story.

My jacks have been nothing to write home. These past few years, with no specific muse in mind I always fall on two dependable fantasies. When watching porn, it's generally fucking and cumming in a random beautiful girl's asshole, or perhaps the asshole of the porn star in the screen in front of me. When I have nothing but my own imagination spurring me on, I generally cum while picturing three girls working to get me off: one with her asshole or mouth wrapped around my dick, another rimming me/poking at my rim, and a third defecating nearby.

Whereas I used to abhor the idea of anal stimulation (on myself, that is) I now am open to it under certain conditions. I'm putting the two-girl blowjob/rimjob position in my next story. Although I do have a couple of video clips of girls performing it, I haven't found any names for this position, so I'm calling it a "seesaw".

 

[rosco rathbone]

How's it hanging, Mecha? Glad to see that you are still wanking. Also I did not know that seed was water-soluble. Which is good to know.

Interesting that you mention "muse". I for one never watch pornos. I just can't project myself into the situation. Sometimes I'll have a wank based on some kind of imagery, or as a result of some situation that stirred the fires of lust in me; but for the most part I just either replay bygone fucks in my head or imagine new sexual acts with old girlfriends. That seems to be the easiest way for me to lose myself in the fantasy.

I don't really like anal penetration that much on myself; although I really gave it the old college try with the Aneros, as reported a year ago in this log; but the correct stimulation around the hole, so to speak, is one of my favorite parts of oral servitude and sometimes I stimulate my own hole whilst trying to replay scenes of oral servitude past.

Interesting with the girl defecating nearby; that's a new one for me.

I had an eye-opener wank this morning but did not O; in order to keep the raw chi and energy inside my body and get me out of bed. Better than a double latte.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

I just found this thread and will someday read every single page of it but have been reading for over an hour and got impatient and the tingle in my crotch was tooooo much to handle.......I had been lazily tweekingmy nipple and fiddling my clit getting good and sloppy.....i finally couldnt' stand it anymore and flipped over to my "normal" cumming position on my tummy and furiously humped the pillow against my clit......very intenense, full body, mind dizzy orgasm, LOVE THOSE.

I think I found my new favorite thread!