Jacking-Off Log

[nofear2385]

twice today

watching porn boredom

amount not too bad, but not the best ive had

 

[naughtygirl69s]

If only there was some audio in this thread!

I woke up in the middle of the night, the night before, all horny with that zippy buzzy feeling in my crotch. I put my egg vibrator in my panties and and wiggled around for a bit, i was all giggly and my O came outta nowhere, I was on my back and practically humped the air, it was a nice longggggg one, ahhhhhh

 

[rosco rathbone]

Yo dude, I think our cycles are n'sync.

Yes, we are like the On Line Masters' version of all the bitches in the dorm getting their time at the same time.

 

[luxey313]

I meet him at his desk, he slowly unzips and motions me with a slight head movement. Under his desk, his cock pulled out of his zipper, suit and tie intact sucking his dick. Loving it, caring for it, pleasing it. On edge, excited for the treat of his cum in my mouth and satisfying his need as he continues to read and be busy with paperwork. Grunting and low moans escaping his mean mouth as I swallow what he is giving me.
I O'ed to this thought this morning.

 

[Marquis]

You know you're hypersexual when you don't even lose enough tumescence from one O to prevent you from jacking straight through to the next.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

You know you're hypersexual when you don't even lose enough tumescence from one O to prevent you from jacking straight through to the next.

I WISH I could do, but rubbing COMPLETELY NUMB genitals, does nOTHING for me.

 

[bridgeburner]

I understand this and feel bad when I think about certain things: about real life situations, and whether or not I would get hard if I was ever present in a situation that resembled anything close to my dark fantasies.

I resolve these thoughts by knowing that I would never ever hurt another innocent being and as for my perverse fantasies... well, the dick wants what it wants, but in the end, I decide what it gets.

I can show my card at the door of this club. I recently picked up a book by Boston Teran called God is a Bullet. Not a great writer, not a great book and some Very Ugly Things go down in it but they still captured my libido and sent me off like a ferret on speed to twiddle the bean running an endless loop of perversity through my head.

Now, here I was having violently successful O's all by myself harming not a soul and yet I was Very Upset by the subject matter that I'd fixated on. The book is fiction but it's full of things that could be taken right out of the daily headlines and when I see those news articles I have to confess that they intrigue me in a sexual way. Yes, I feel awful for the victims of real crimes and no I don't want anyone to be truly harmed, but the idea of these things, the fictionalized imaginings of them turn me on. I can't help it. So here's this book presenting a very ugly story that could have happened and it bothered me that I was getting off on it. It bothered me that I'd bought the book specifically because I thought I might get off on it. The book isn't even explicit which is to its credit, I suppose, but at the same time, it's not an edifying read. It's porn in the way that Tarrantino's films are porn. It's smack for your fantasies and while Tarrantino's got some claim to art, this book really doesn't. I bought it and I read it so I could jack to the idea of the horrible things that happen in it.

As a female I don't even have the equipment to carry out deeds like this if I were so inclined, but it's still uncomfortable, like walking on a wrinkle in a sock. I start wondering if it's going to give me a blister. Might that blister then burst and become infected and give me blood poisoning and possibly kill me?

Well, that's just obsessive and silly.

And then I think about the two girls who were kidnapped in California a year or two ago. They were highschool students who went to the same school but didn't know each other. Both happened to be out at a Lovers' Lane with their boyfriends on the same night and this guy abducted both the girls. I don't remember how long he had them, a day or two at most I think. In the end the kidnapper was shot by police and the girls were rescued but the big story in all the papers and news magazines was the bond that the girls had formed and how they stuck together etc.

What everyone kept asking and wanting to know and what the girls and their representatives wouldn't publicly comment on was whether or not they had been raped. That was part of what made the story interesting, though. While their assailant was raping one girl, the other girl who he had already raped had the chance to escape, but she chose not to. She refused to abandon this other girl and save herself because she could only think how much more horrifying it would be to be alone with the man.

Which is all a bit far from my point that EVERYONE or at least a majority of the news-buying public wanted to know if the girls had been raped. Now, I doubt that any significant number of those people actually wished for girls to be raped, but if it happened they wanted to know about it. They got some measure of titillation out of it. And some of those folks were grannies.

Which is all a long and roundabout way of saying that I agree with Mecha that fantasizing isn't the same as wishing or planning. I'll add that even truly desiring means nothing without action and also that there is a widespread human sexual interest in violence. It isn't that odd or that kinky. Even people who would never indulge in it often find it arousing. It's hardwired, I think.


-B

 

[rosco rathbone]

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeebs

Now if only flea would return from the land of the lost.

 

[dont_tell_mom]

2 min ago

had my second one of the day sniffin panties and a pair wrapped round my cock came in the panties it was a good jerk lasted bout 5 min

 

[MechaBlade]

for rosco, and the others.

To Entreat Don Vinzetti

 

[Marquis]

for rosco, and the others.

To Entreat Don Vinzetti

For those that are looking for a few first impressions before you invest the time, Marquis says:

"Fantastic, this story has some fucking Lit award written ALL OVER IT!"

"A triple knock-out of dicktion, sintax and juxthaposition that will have your eyes begging for more like the slathering dogs you are!"

"Heh, heh, good story, heheh *grunting noise* if you know what I mean, heh heh *wink and grunt*"

No, but seriously, it was fucking awesome man. Exactly what I want in a porn story, is there more stuff like this out there?

 

[MechaBlade]

For those that are looking for a few first impressions before you invest the time, Marquis says:

"Fantastic, this story has some fucking Lit award written ALL OVER IT!"

"A triple knock-out of dicktion, sintax and juxthaposition that will have your eyes begging for more like the slathering dogs you are!"

"Heh, heh, good story, heheh *grunting noise* if you know what I mean, heh heh *wink and grunt*"

Thank you, Marquis, for your kind puns.

No, but seriously, it was fucking awesome man. Exactly what I want in a porn story, is there more stuff like this out there?

Well, there are 35 more stories at that site. Not all of them are as good.

 

[rosco rathbone]

You've really got a knack for correct diction and tone.

This has always been one of my hot buttons--sex not as equality, love and mutual pleasure, but as something extracted in such a humiliating manner.

Some of my favorite lines:

"I'm overly lenient, he thought. That's it, if she sucks cock as lazily as Barzini's daughter, Morrocchi is going back empty-handed."

Vinzetti coughed. "I know you're a very young, naive girl, but do you see those things below my cock? Yes, those balls. They're rather dry."

The girl sped up her rhythm, producing the gaiety and optimism that he felt--that all men felt--when approaching orgasm.


His calm, world-weary manner is captured perfectly...the butler putting the music on...

Outstanding!

 

[Marquis]

OK, here's what I keep wondering.

Is Morocchi's humiliation there for itself, or to further shame his daughter?

 

[rosco rathbone]

OK, here's what I keep wondering.

Is Morocchi's humiliation there for itself, or to further shame his daughter?

It seems to me that the godfather character enjoys the humiliation of all who come under his power--in a classy, old-school way, of course.

After an out-of-control weekend...I really seem to have had the heebie jeebies...I've got masturbation well in hand and have been clean and serene for 48 hours.

Deep in the depths of my balls; little men are working round the clock on the sperm assembly lines; rebuilding my load.

As I got out of the shower today I noted that my balls felt tight, wrinkly, firm, heavy and full and my cock was limber, loose, long, flexible and murderous. When it feels like that I tend to walk around my apartment butt-ass naked, slapping it on my palm like a perverse constable with a truncheon. Then I break out into a shuffle and even throw a couple of combinations, shadowboxing-style. It's good to be a man.

48 hours is as good as a week in a spa throwing medicine balls, eating lettuce and taking the waters.

 

[-phreak]

for rosco, and the others.

To Entreat Don Vinzetti

I've been reading a few, and I must say....fantastic.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I couldn't sleep too well last night, so I essayed a bit of a wank.

I had an odd fantasy about a girl I saw on the subway; a chunky, pretty, moon-faced black girl with petulant, full lips who looked a bit like a young sister to the rapper Ice Cube. She had her hair done up in intricate braided patterns tight to her head. She rolled her eyes at every doo-rag'd young rapscallion and rap youth in oversized pantaloons who introduced himself in the aisle.

In my fantasy, I was a blind man and she was my "seeing eye girl". I had the elaborate dog harness on her and everything. I, doddering, in oversized dark spectacles and matching white suit and hat. She would lead the way for me through the crowded city and clear space with her infinite scorn. With her large bottom she would clear space for us on the subway benches, shifting from side to side. In a tremulous tone I tell her to describe the scene to me.

My seeing eye girl is also a penis nurse, RN. WHen we get home I remove the chafing harness and she kneels before me and takes my shaft to the root between those plump, scornful lips as my hand idly strokes her braided, bobbing head And at this point in the proceedings I Oed all over myself in bed and then swabbed up the sperm with my red bandanna.

 

[lizardo]

Date: 2-09-06
Time:4:27pm
Location:Office
Comments:Just had a weak moment.

 

[bridgeburner]

In my fantasy, I was a blind man and she was my "seeing eye girl". I had the elaborate dog harness on her and everything. I, doddering, in oversized dark spectacles and matching white suit and hat. She would lead the way for me through the crowded city and clear space with her infinite scorn. With her large bottom she would clear space for us on the subway benches, shifting from side to side. In a tremulous tone I tell her to describe the scene to me.

Jesus-God, man, you give my brain a stiffy.



-B

 

[bridgeburner]

I was at odds with myself last night. Restless, restless, restless. I really wanted to jack, but I couldn't get my brain to settle and my body wasn't all that geared up for it. My mind wandered off a couple times and I almost fell asleep. I had to yank myself back from the edge and force myself to finish. I was fucking determined to rub it out. So I did but it was weak and unsatisfying and I'm still depressed about it. Like what if I got hit by a bus today and that was the last O I had to offer up to the universe? I'm going to fucking TAKE a screamer this weekend or pull a muscle trying!!!

 

[rosco rathbone]

beebs, it's good to see you back where you belong--here in the society of your fellow wankers.

 

[bridgeburner]

Good to be seen! I was scrounging around in Hell's Bucket for awhile there, but I managed to kick it over and crawl out. If I'm careful not to scamper around too hard I won't jerk the tether and knock myself over with the damn thing. Fucking bucket.

I have plans to watch some classic porn this weekend. I've aquired the Tres Equis Musicale version of Alice in Wonderland which should be an interesting trip. I don't imagine that it'll be wankable, but I'll have a report on Monday nonetheless.

 

[MechaBlade]

His calm, world-weary manner is captured perfectly...the butler putting the music on...

Outstanding!

It's all for you, buddy. You made that first post.

OK, here's what I keep wondering.

Is Morocchi's humiliation there for itself, or to further shame his daughter?

Morrocchi's humiliation is really there for itself, although it works to shame his daughter. I dunno. Take what you want out of it. I was going to have her finish up right before he comes in, but then I thought, why not have him see his daughter sucking cock? Would he be embarrassed or would he be indifferent? (I ended up deciding on uneasy) The important thing is not so much how anyone else acts in the story, just how Don Vinzetti acts. And the Don doesn't let you go until you are finished. He cares fuck all about anyone else's feelings.

I've been reading a few, and I must say....fantastic.

you're fantastic.

In my fantasy, I was a blind man and she was my "seeing eye girl". I had the elaborate dog harness on her and everything. I, doddering, in oversized dark spectacles and matching white suit and hat. She would lead the way for me through the crowded city and clear space with her infinite scorn. With her large bottom she would clear space for us on the subway benches, shifting from side to side. In a tremulous tone I tell her to describe the scene to me.

Sometimes I think about training slaves as "dogwomen" (partially from all that hentai I view). Not with the stupid looking furry-esque ears and tail, but just a normal girl trained not to talk, to walk on all fours, and to void herself on newspaper or in the yard. I intend to write a Dungeon story on this, and I think I would like to try dogwoman training in real life, even if only for one session.

So I did but it was weak and unsatisfying and I'm still depressed about it. Like what if I got hit by a bus today and that was the last O I had to offer up to the universe? I'm going to fucking TAKE a screamer this weekend or pull a muscle trying!!!

You must make a proper daily sacrifice to the O God. Only a toe-curler will suffice.

I've been busy as shit lately, so I haven't even been able to do my usual hourlong hunt for net porn that ends up with jacking to video clips on my hard drive. Instead, I can only browse a thumb galleries and then jack quick before I go to bed, thinking of some girl I've seen recently. Last night it was this ssssmoking hot brunette I know who, for some strange reason, talks to me like I'm a normal (or even a cool) person. I fantasized about plugging her chocolate socket while watching a Taylor Hayes vid. I wasn't in a nonconsent mood, so Taylor Hayes really did the trick as she is one of the two porn stars I've seen that seems to actively prefer it up the arse. As this brunette screamed out pleasure cries (in Taylor's voice) I busted hard and went to bed.

Thank Jesus for computers and free porn. And pretty women.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

god bless this thread.

 

[Marquis]

Sometimes I think about training slaves as "dogwomen" (partially from all that hentai I view). Not with the stupid looking furry-esque ears and tail, but just a normal girl trained not to talk, to walk on all fours, and to void herself on newspaper or in the yard. I intend to write a Dungeon story on this, and I think I would like to try dogwoman training in real life, even if only for one session.

I imagine there must be a decent market for dogwomen trainers.