Jacking-Off Log

[naughtygirl69s]

tried for a repeat performance, but it wasn't working without penetration. applied some peppermint lip gloss for that extra zing (and, you know, to stay minty fresh). still no go. postponed until such time as ice pick and electrolux are available.

3 words - Hitachi Magic Wand

How do you jack in the bathroom, do you just sit on the potty and give it a go or what?

 

[Oliver Clozoff]

you're holding out, ollie

go forth and whack!

My whacks are rather non-descript. I use no appliances, flammable substances, or small mammals. I defer to the professionals.

I would, however, like to post a zen koan:

"If Hester were to whack it in the forest and she was too enraptured to hear it, would she make a sound?"

 

[limits2push]

3 words - Hitachi Magic Wand

*purr*

 

[MechaBlade]

I don't know if we are talking about the same guy, but here is the link to the actual artist's page, specifically the bestiality gallery. But the cross section is actually on the pic instead of in the corner.

http://siawase.dojin.com/ishukangallery.html

He has other galleries.

 

[Hester]

3 words - Hitachi Magic Wand

How do you jack in the bathroom, do you just sit on the potty and give it a go or what?

noooo vibrations on my clit. numbs me out then i NEVER get anywhere. i need penetration and that sets off the chain reaction. sometimes pain will work, but not always.

at work it's on the toilette. at home i'll use the bathroom if there are people about (closing the bedroom door and turning on the power implements is bad form) but will often stand, kneel, or lay down, depending on mood. generally most unsatisfying but it keeps me from humping the nearest male.

 

[stirbird]

i can't find them

Yes, they took the link away. If you really want to see them go to "www.affairanime.com," go through the free registration process, and then click the "Monsters" gallery on the home page. Once in monsters go to pages 2 or 3 and you'll see the doggies (scan for a little thumbnail in the upper righthand corner of the gallery image to find the right ones--also, the dogs don't have tentacles. )

 

[stirbird]

I don't know if we are talking about the same guy, but here is the link to the actual artist's page, specifically the bestiality gallery. But the cross section is actually on the pic instead of in the corner.

http://siawase.dojin.com/ishukangallery.html

He has other galleries.

Wow. Those are way cooler than the ones I found.

The weird insertions gallery, which carries on the "cross-sections" theme is very nice, too.

http://siawase.dojin.com/danmengallery1.html

 

[Hester]

too much furtive, dissatisfying bathroom jacking. too many Os violently wrenched from my tender parts like hyenas going at a carcass i figured i needed to do something different this time. buck the trend. maybe my fantasies were going too close to the edge and i was somehow killing my own orgasm. get rid of the objectifcation. then i thought about kissing. kissing is emotional for me---not really something i do without some affection beyond the casual. but i thougt maybe that would do the trick. i thought about kissing, the kind of kissing i always loved but rarely find these days. the kisses of lovers and poets. sappy chick flick ending kisses.

you know, *that* kiss. not the cold passion of klimpt but that horny teenaged puppy love kiss that burned your insides and made you want to crawl out your window at night and throw it all to the wind. the kiss that can go on for hours, lips and tongues and gentle bites and fingers wildly grasping hair. my face held tightly in his hands, wanting to swallow him whole. panty drenching kissing. desperate kissing. kissing to die for.

so i focused on that. closed my eyes. romanced myself. moved slowly and deliberately, biting my lip, letting my eyes roll back in my head, ran the fingers of one hand through my hair, gripping it. i started to get into it, relaxing while feeling the furious passion of THE KISS.

then, uncontrollable brain vomit as it flashed before my eyes: “sssseeensuaaaaal lloooooovemaking.” i lost it., rolling over and laughing hysterically.

you fucker.

i am doomed. doomed to scratching out my orgasms with battery acid and 5-ton hydraulic equipment until i can find someone to come pound me within an inch of my life.

does anyone have a who’s who in business 1962 i can borrow?

 

[Hester]

Wow. Those are way cooler than the ones I found.

The weird insertions gallery, which carries on the "cross-sections" theme is very nice, too.

http://siawase.dojin.com/danmengallery1.html

some weird shit, birdie. but some of it was hot.

 

[tortoise]

too much masturbation
*nods

No such thing.

However, if there were a legal/moral/ethical/healthful limit, I'd willfully surpass it, just for the fun of it. 'Twould be quite fulfilling to be a masturbational miscreant, methinks.

 

[Hester]

No such thing.

However, if there were a legal/moral/ethical/healthful limit, I'd willfully surpass it, just for the fun of it. 'Twould be quite fulfilling to be a masturbational miscreant, methinks.

i'd guess most of us here would fit that bill. masturbational miscreant. i like it.

 

[stirbird]

too much furtive, dissatisfying bathroom jacking. too many Os violently wrenched from my tender parts like hyenas going at a carcass i figured i needed to do something different this time. buck the trend. maybe my fantasies were going too close to the edge and i was somehow killing my own orgasm. get rid of the objectifcation. then i thought about kissing. kissing is emotional for me---not really something i do without some affection beyond the casual. but i thougt maybe that would do the trick. i thought about kissing, the kind of kissing i always loved but rarely find these days. the kisses of lovers and poets. sappy chick flick ending kisses.

you know, *that* kiss. not the cold passion of klimpt but that horny teenaged puppy love kiss that burned your insides and made you want to crawl out your window at night and throw it all to the wind. the kiss that can go on for hours, lips and tongues and gentle bites and fingers wildly grasping hair. my face held tightly in his hands, wanting to swallow him whole. panty drenching kissing. desperate kissing. kissing to die for.

so i focused on that. closed my eyes. romanced myself. moved slowly and deliberately, biting my lip, letting my eyes roll back in my head, ran the fingers of one hand through my hair, gripping it. i started to get into it, relaxing while feeling the furious passion of THE KISS.

then, uncontrollable brain vomit as it flashed before my eyes: “sssseeensuaaaaal lloooooovemaking.” i lost it., rolling over and laughing hysterically.

you fucker.

i am doomed. doomed to scratching out my orgasms with battery acid and 5-ton hydraulic equipment until i can find someone to come pound me within an inch of my life.

does anyone have a who’s who in business 1962 i can borrow?

Hester, why do you do it in the bathroom? Because it feels better sitting up?

Thanks for writing what you did, it brought back a memory of my first french kiss, at 13. Instead of just crudely rolling his tongue all over the insides of my mouth, the beautiful long-haired blonde boy whispered to me, as he stopped our walk down the dark neighborhood street, arms around each others' waists, to stick my tonuge out. He then grabbed it with his teeth, pulled it into his mouth and held it captive, nibbling and sucking on it! The feelings were much as you described. I wasn't very knowledgeable, so didn't understand why my stomach felt so twisted up inside afterwards.

I have a suggestion: imagine the kissing again, but also imagine something like a sick cross-section doggy fuck going on in your behind. That doggy in the window (or something similarly perverted, if canines don't do it for you) might defeat evil mind intrusions like "seennnnnsuuuual loooooovvvmaking."

 

[Hester]

4 am woke up humping my hand, SOP these days. tried to rollover and get another hour or two of sleep. i was close, but i started thinking of how it was back in the day when condom use wasn't an imperative. the memories of being filled with spooge jolted my hand right down into the sloppy mess of my crotch. i hate when i get that wet---it kills all of the friction and takes me longer. a quick, dry, easy O is much preferable. thought about times with my college sweetheart, my major condom-free spooge donator and the last man i ever went bare with.

 

[Hester]

Hester, why do you do it in the bathroom? Because it feels better sitting up?

Thanks for writing what you did, it brought back a memory of my first french kiss, at 13. Instead of just crudely rolling his tongue all over the insides of my mouth, the beautiful long-haired blonde boy whispered to me, as he stopped our walk down the dark neighborhood street, arms around each others' waists, to stick my tonuge out. He then grabbed it with his teeth, pulled it into his mouth and held it captive, nibbling and sucking on it! The feelings were much as you described. I wasn't very knowledgeable, so didn't understand why my stomach felt so twisted up inside afterwards.

I have a suggestion: imagine the kissing again, but also imagine something like a sick cross-section doggy fuck going on in your behind. That doggy in the window (or something similarly perverted, if canines don't do it for you) might defeat evil mind intrusions like "seennnnnsuuuual loooooovvvmaking."

bathroom jacks are a last resort when the only privacy i can get is in the toilette. not my first choice, unless a bathtub is involved.

i don't know that i'll focus on the kissing again, at least for a while. in the end, it makes me sad.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I've felt disconnected from my cock for a couple days. I woke up last night and it was as hard as a bone, but I felt no desire to jack at all. Usually spring is a time when I go spattering DNA evidence willy nilly all about the place.

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

Last night, a friend slept over, so I couldn't get off. Even worse, we were talking about rough sex and s/m roleplay for an hour before turning off the light, and I was feeling very turned on. Then we both couldn't sleep, and I said "we should masturbate", but we both laughed at that idea, and agreed we didn't think we could do it in each other's presence. She's gone now, so I read this thread and looked at those anime pictures. Then I masturbated, but I don't feel satisfied. I know that I'm ready for the excitement of something real, and I'm tired of the brain movies. I'm playing some great music, and it actually moves me in a much deeper way then these little electric wanks. Sometimes, if I force the orgasm, I cry after, and the crying is much more of a release then the orgasm.

 

[Recidiva]

My stuff is so much flashing on images that I can't really give a fantasy timeline. I did try last night to think of something and "keep track" of what I was flashing on, emotionally or symbolically, but all I ended up thinking about was this thread and rosco's sunglasses, which was unproductive. I gave up trying to keep track. Sorry!

 

[Hester]

Last night, a friend slept over, so I couldn't get off. Even worse, we were talking about rough sex and s/m roleplay for an hour before turning off the light, and I was feeling very turned on. Then we both couldn't sleep, and I said "we should masturbate", but we both laughed at that idea, and agreed we didn't think we could do it in each other's presence. She's gone now, so I read this thread and looked at those anime pictures. Then I masturbated, but I don't feel satisfied. I know that I'm ready for the excitement of something real, and I'm tired of the brain movies. I'm playing some great music, and it actually moves me in a much deeper way then these little electric wanks. Sometimes, if I force the orgasm, I cry after, and the crying is much more of a release then the orgasm.

my first genital-related sexual experiences were with other girls---lots of rubbing of ourselves and each other. i could never get off in front of them, though. it wasn't until i was in my mid 30s that i could masturbate in front of a partner, and it still can be a pretty vulnerable space for me.

i think it's great that you suggested that. brought back memories of sleepovers for me.

 

[Hester]

Sometimes, if I force the orgasm, I cry after, and the crying is much more of a release then the orgasm.

i've never cried from orgasm. never even come close.

what's that like?

 

[Recidiva]

i've never cried from orgasm. never even come close.

what's that like?

This I have done.

I don't want to get airy fairy but there's very few ways I can describe it other than transcendent. Rather like being projected into the center of the Universe (not that I'm it, I'm just there) and having the feeling of being part of all of that, but through the person I'm with.

Samadhi is attainable through sex, there's at least one monk who attained his enlightenment officially that way.

Wormhole into everything. Whether or not it's true or it simply stimulates that part of the brain that "gets" that concept, sex is my fastest route there. Most fun, too.

 

[Hester]

This I have done.

I don't want to get airy fairy but there's very few ways I can describe it other than transcendent. Rather like being projected into the center of the Universe (not that I'm it, I'm just there) and having the feeling of being part of all of that, but through the person I'm with.

Samadhi is attainable through sex, there's at least one monk who attained his enlightenment officially that way.

Wormhole into everything. Whether or not it's true or it simply stimulates that part of the brain that "gets" that concept, sex is my fastest route there. Most fun, too.

i agree, but for me it comes through breathing

so the crying brings you to the transcendent state?

 

[Recidiva]

i agree, but for me it comes through breathing

so the crying brings you to the transcendent state?

No, I cry because of the transcendent state.

I can reach comparable states through meditation and stuff, but that rarely makes me cry, that's a sense of peace and totally different sense of things.

Sex is a catapult out into the middle of nowhere and everywhere. Different partners will take or send me to a different sensation, but it's infused with a bit more of "seeing through two eyes" and vertigo than solo meditation, which is much more like fire or air. Clean and static.

Sex is earth. Chaotic and vibrant.

 

[Hester]

No, I cry because of the transcendent state.

I can reach comparable states through meditation and stuff, but that rarely makes me cry, that's a sense of peace and totally different sense of things.

Sex is a catapult out into the middle of nowhere and everywhere. Different partners will take or send me to a different sensation, but it's infused with a bit more of "seeing through two eyes" and vertigo than solo meditation, which is much more like fire or air. Clean and static.

Sex is earth. Chaotic and vibrant.

very interesting

transcendence doesn't make me cry. it makes me still.

i get pissed that i need partner to experience that flavor of transcendence. i think it's different from what can be experienced alone---somehow more human, which makes it all the more appealing to me.

 

[Recidiva]

very interesting

transcendence doesn't make me cry. it makes me still.

i get pissed that i need partner to experience that flavor of transcendence. i think it's different from what can be experienced alone---somehow more human, which makes it all the more appealing to me.

Well, I just consider it a gift, grateful when I get there. Yes, I guess if I expected it every time or had sex only to get there, I'd be pretty maddened.

But I think there are things that can only happen when you breathe in someone else's scent and the amygdala does what amygdalas do.

 

[Hester]

Well, I just consider it a gift, grateful when I get there. Yes, I guess if I expected it every time or had sex only to get there, I'd be pretty maddened.

But I think there are things that can only happen when you breathe in someone else's scent and the amygdala does what amygdalas do.

oh, yeah. that man-smell. the better it is, the stronger my biting reflex.

very interesting observation. i like it.