Jacking-Off Log

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I was going to have a jack this day and then decided to rebuild vitality; so I went to the park and read a book about terrorism and the sublime instead.
 
10 min ago.

Thought of cum kissing sugared and half shot my wad, but I didn’t eat any of my cum, really I didn’t!
 
ForeverNAlways said:
I'd forgotten how good phone sex can be... I was reminded night before last.

Neat thread, btw. Will have to spend more time later reading through it. May inspire a new entry of my own.
Phone sex.... now that's something that hasn't happened in a long time... wish there was someone who would be willing to remind me just how good it can be! ;)
 
Got up late today -- 9am
Took dog for walk
Did load of laundry
Read book for a couple hours
Answered email
Jacked
Washed dishes.
Swept floors

Nice strong O and I got there waaay quicker than I expected after my poor performance the last week or so where I was chasing the O and fighting for it and ending up mostly chafed and frustrated. I was due for a good one. All was right with my world for about ten minutes.

Think I'll go to the Thai market now.
 
This afternoon, I was taken by a wave of vitality and got off a decent jack.

I'd been reading about the ultimate justifications of state power and violence and began thinking about the more homely and domestic corollary thereof-male power in the household. It was a rather theoretical jack, but good all the same. I was thinking about how all power is at bottom unjust, revolutionary, standing on nothing but the aweful and terrible sublime. In the home, all authority springs from my balls plenipotentiary; absolute, unlimited, containing or conferring full power. In a mood of Napoleonic grandeur I spilt the seed with some quite satisfying convulsions.
 
I seem to experience a correlation between carbohydrate intake and orgone capacity.
 
Marquis said:
I seem to experience a correlation between carbohydrate intake and orgone capacity.

Elaborate please?

No more jacking for me until Tuesday. I think I'm in for some explosive feelings, I can hardly wait!
 
naughtygirl69s said:
Elaborate please?

No more jacking for me until Tuesday. I think I'm in for some explosive feelings, I can hardly wait!

I tend to eat few carbohydrates, particularly starchy carbs. I notice that when I do inulge in those however, tumescence is not far behind.
 
Marquis said:
I tend to eat few carbohydrates, particularly starchy carbs. I notice that when I do inulge in those however, tumescence is not far behind.

This is just the sort of empirical question that the log was designed to answer.
 
I jayed this morning, thinking about the unfairness of male power in the household. Will enforced with the strop. It popped out of me all of a sudden and I gave a surprised hollar.
 
I've been a horny little monkey since Sunday. You'll all be glad to know that I was extra careful with the Thai chilis this time around and suffered no culinary-related jacking injuries.

I did nearly throw off my train of wank last night because I was muttering too loudly. I've discovered that there is a perfect volume that allows me to sort of hear the phrases but in such a way that I don't really notice that it's my own voice spouting ridiculous and filthy things into the quiet of my bedroom. It's satisfying to say them, to feel them coming out of my mouth, but if I speak loudly enough for a normal conversation then I start thinking of how silly and shameful it is and I embarass my libido into ashes.

Fortunately I was close enough to the O last night not to kill it entirely but I was disappointed in the weakened showing because I could tell it would've been a toe-curler otherwise.
 
First post to this thread

I hope my muse doesn't mind me sharing, but thinking of him while I'm in the tub is ever so inspirational.


I was lying on my left side, licking my toy, imagining it was your cock,
licking, sucking, teasing with my warm wet tongue. I kept my eyes open (as
much as I was able anyway), because I'd want to watch you watch me. Show
you how much I enjoy giving you pleasure. My hips were squirming with need,
so I spread my legs wide, and slid the toy against my clit, wanting to fuck
you so badly. I pushed it into my cunt, just a little, teased myself with
it, moving forward slowly, wanting all of you but wanting to build to come
on you. Finally I pushed it all the way in, so deep in my pussy. Pulled it
out an inch or so, then back in, over and over, slowly, my anticipation
building. Slowly, I pulled it almost completely out of my cunt, then
slammed it back in to the hilt. God damn, that felt so good. So I did it
again. And again. Unable to restrain longer, I started fucking myself hard
and fast, wanting to feel that orgasm, feel my pussy clamp onto your cock.
And oh, my, did it!
Feeling the waves of pleasure, and my cunt pulsing, I continued fucking
myself, as you would, til I came again, even harder. And when I pulled my
toy out of myself (it didn't come out willingly), It was coated with cream,
so being considerate, I licked and sucked it clean, as I would your cock
after you came in me.
 
To the tune of Metallica's "Blackened"

Jacking with your hand
Jizm it will send
Blowing all your seed
In promiscuity

Get your porno's worth
Put your hand on girth
A fellatious end
Jacking off again

Never!

Fire!
Shooting into a rag on the bed
Jacking is the end
To begin dripping when she gives head
Copulating action!


Blistering your hand
Terminate your glans
Jack like a machine
Fill her mouth with cream
Callous forming still
Nothing left to spill
Never stop before
Beating evermore
Ever!

Fire!
shooting into a rag on the bed
Jacking is the end
To begin dripping when she gives head
Copulating action!
Action!

On protection...Contraception...Your erection...Compromised
Agitation...Violation...Jenna Jameson...Sodomized
Creamy color
Busted out
Cun-nil-ling-gus!

Spermination...Masturbation...Ejaculation...What a waste
Penetration...Copulation...Fornication...Laid today
See that mother
She's a MILF
See that mother ride!

Pounding everyday
Take your breath away
Millions of your seed
In minutes disappears
Darkening a stain
Evidence remains
All is said and done
Never is your come
Never!

Fire!
Shooting into a rag on the bed
Jacking is the end
To begin dripping when she gives head
Sperm!
Is the outcome of self stimuli
Jacking till you die
In the exit of your swimming guys
Copulating action!
Action!
 
JACK NO.: 35AF1

DATE: 5/24/06

LAST JACK: 5/22/06

INSPIRATION: Hentai art (see attachment)

POSITION: Sitting, leaning back

STIMULATION: Just penile

AIM: Ventral

VOLUME: Copious (over 24 hrs since last jack)

SENSATION: 5/5

DESCRIPTION:
My Internet went out, so searching for something to do before going to bed I found a set of Tanuki pics on my computer. Tanuki was a gifted Japanese erotic artist who had a website until 2005, when it went down. My favorite gallery of his was the sex event gallery, where he posted pictures of young men and women engaging in sexual sports (cocksucking contests, relay race holding the baton in the vagina, nipple tug-of-war).

I settled on a pic of an Indian girl (complete with the dot) sitting on a guy's lap and giving him a handjob. I thought of a particularly delicious Indian girl I know and lived out the picture, except the girl was naked. Not that I wouldn't be able to get off with a clothed chick, but I prefer to have a naked brown ass shaking in my face while she tries to get me off before the other girls get their partners off.

Not allowed to use her mouth or genitals, the girl grunted in frustration (and to arouse me further) while furiously beating my meat. Her efforts were successful. It was a good O, the kind you feel from the bottom of your balls to the tip of your tip.

God I hope my neighbors didn't wake.
 
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Ill Jack

I awakened last night with a temp of about 101, had the shakes, sick tummy, the works. So I took a long hot bath and shaved all available body parts...and allowed my mind to wander a bit. Recently, most of my fantasies have revolved around a certain femme but last night (I guess because I was sick) I found myself thinking of men..not just one..but tons...black, white, hispanic.

I went to my bedroom after my bath and lay down, allowing the different colors and textures of skin to fill my overactive imagination. I decided against using a toy, also decided against using my hand for stimulation..instead I crossed my legs, flipped over on my belly and began a slow rock which centered right on the upper part of my cunt, focused on my clit.

My brain took me someplace dark: where men are evil Sadisitic bastards and I am the poor lil maso slut that gets beaten and tortured into oblivion. The o when it came was quick and long, leaving a spreading puddle between my legs and on my mattress.

On a scale of 1-5, it earned a 3, as it was no more or less satisfying than normal...
 
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