Jacking-Off Log

[Marquis]

My austerity remains.

 

[Marquis]

A strange development.

Physically, I feel capable of continuing the ixnay on the ackjay, but I'm not sure if my lifestyle can maintain this.

The desire to masturbate is no longer a physical need for orgasm, but rather a psychosexual release at the peril of my continued success in all other endeavors. I have not thought of anything but sex for days now. I lure unsupposing women into nasty conversations online all day long. I look at sex when I'm not having it, talk about it when I'm not looking at it and think about it when I'm not talking about it.

Somehow I suspect that this goes much deeper, to the core of me and perhaps masturbation would not help regardless. Could be a bipolar thing perhaps, or the result of a repressed molestation.

Time for a misogynistic freestyle.


Relax and take notes,
while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
put you in a choke, laugh like its a joke
Marquis the moderator
the ego slayer, the hooker layer
motherfuckers say your prayers!
walk into your home like I own the place
smack your bitch in her face
spray you down with mace
she's throwing at me money but you got me mistaken honey
i don't need your paper
i just wanna rape ya
you can keep your visa, capisc-a
i just want a nut and be out like an escapist
who's the one you call mr. macho
the head hauncho
i got so
much balls i should be playing with the Lakers
write a memoir of my capers
cause I don't remember shit
just the two hits
you hitting the floor
and me hitting the clit
sucking on your tits
have you hookers begging for my dick
slap you and then I asked you who's the man
you say, you Marquis
then I bust in your E-Y-E
Move over lucifer, I'm more ruthless, unh
leave you toothless
you're tripping?
i'll flip it
tears don't affect me, my sadism is deadly
disrespect me, find out what i mean, see?
i'm fucking you lady, no ifs, ands or maybes
hit mummy in the tummy if a pregnant bitch won't come off the cunny
who you think you're dealing with?
anybody stepping in my path is fucking feeling it!
hardcore, stick to the oral and the tushy
trust me, i'll be meaner if you push me
the young demon
got all you bitches screaming
I got nine inches of rocket
i'm lying
but i gotta 9 in my pocket
and baby i'm just dying to pop it
so just lay on the floor
while i take what is yours
yeah you met me before
but this time you're my whore or i'm putting your face through a door
now get down on your knees and put your mouth on my nuts
cause I made a promise not to kill you and I love fucking up
and this hypomanic high make me not give a fuck

Bitch.

 

[MechaBlade]

Time for a misogynistic freestyle.


Relax and take notes,
while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
put you in a choke, laugh like its a joke
Marquis the moderator
the ego slayer, the hooker layer
motherfuckers say your prayers!
walk into your home like I own the place
smack your bitch in her face
spray you down with mace
she's throwing at me money but you got me mistaken honey
i don't need your paper
i just wanna rape ya
you can keep your visa, capisc-a
i just want a nut and be out like an escapist
who's the one you call mr. macho
the head hauncho
i got so
much balls i should be playing with the Lakers
write a memoir of my capers
cause I don't remember shit
just the two hits
you hitting the floor
and me hitting the clit
sucking on your tits
have you hookers begging for my dick
slap you and then I asked you who's the man
you say, you Marquis
then I bust in your E-Y-E
Move over lucifer, I'm more ruthless, unh
leave you toothless
you're tripping?
i'll flip it
tears don't affect me, my sadism is deadly
disrespect me, find out what i mean, see?
i'm fucking you lady, no ifs, ands or maybes
hit mummy in the tummy if a pregnant bitch won't come off the cunny
who you think you're dealing with?
anybody stepping in my path is fucking feeling it!
hardcore, stick to the oral and the tushy
trust me, i'll be meaner if you push me
the young demon
got all you bitches screaming
I got nine inches of rocket
i'm lying
but i gotta 9 in my pocket
and baby i'm just dying to pop it
so just lay on the floor
while i take what is yours
yeah you met me before
but this time you're my whore or i'm putting your face through a door
now get down on your knees and put your mouth on my nuts
cause I made a promise not to kill you and I love fucking up
and this hypomanic high make me not give a fuck

Bitch.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

I want to put it to music and play it in the clubs.

 

[bg23]

twice.
with a bottle.
and with his bear lying beside me.

 

[rosco rathbone]

twice.
with a bottle.
and with his bear lying beside me.

Somehow picture Little Red Riding Hood style bungalow.

 

[rosco rathbone]

the not-jacking-offlog?

I was going to hold it in for three or four days; but I depressurized last night and seem to be suffering no ill effects. I was trying to concentrate on something and noticed that my hand kept stealing beneath the waistband of my drawers; and that I had that herky-jerky, unsettled feeling that goes with a high testosterone-blood level. The heebie-jeebies. Finally, I got up with a sigh, strode to the roman ejaculatorium and rubbed one out in about 20 fast strokes.

Fantasy content: telling someone to kneel and remove my pants and drawers; while they remain fully clothed. Something about that image suggestive of prostitute and client. (Businessman on lunch hour, with black socks, with hairy legs, no pants, shirt and tie, hooker kneeling before him holding the shirttails out of the way.)

I returned to my studies feeling much better.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I made it another 24 after the last jack; but then I started feeling a little bit too confident about my abilities. I got tripped up. I jacked three times in a row; cursing myself for a scoundrel and a sexual weakling. I knew that the resulting loss of raw chi would leave me feeling 1" tall for a day at least; but I couldn't help myself. Oh, vile, hateful, wretched, foul, pathetic sexual compulsion!

It was the orgones that made me do it! I could not achieve emotional release and freedom from the psychosexual burden that was oppressing my heart. By the last jack, I was so dry that the orgasm was a mere shudder; nothing more than an afterthought; yet the orgone bubble was as tight, bouncy and firm as a brand-new balloon. I flung myself at it in a rage and rebounded; knees buckling from the effort, slumping forwards in my roman ejaculatorium so that my cock barely hung over the lip of the ejaculation basin.

 

[flamingcarrot12]

I will in a little while.

 

[Guest]

I did on the phone with a special someone, he was fantastic and I came very very hard.

 

[bethanyman]

will blast off after lunch

 

[flamingcarrot12]

I did on the phone with a special someone, he was fantastic and I came very very hard.

WOW....Nice AV!!!

 

[bethanyman]

jo at 5:00pm today

 

[hogjack]

I am forgoing any such self-induced shenanigans for a month.

Wish my hands luck.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I did it today too. I was thinking that I'd be ok after yesterday but it was no go. About 3PM I started to get very antsy--heebie jeebies-nervous in the service. Nothing would satisfy but an extended wank.

Some dignified young ladies would be horrified if you made them pull their britches down, lean against a wall in the "assume the position" position, and bounce rapidly on the balls of their feet so as to cause their ass cheeks to bounce up and down. This was often done in the rap videos in the old days. I am not sure if they still do it. That's what I was thinking about. How horribly humiliating! I was imagining leaning back in my black leather Executive Chair; c__k in hand; ordering a female to perform like that.

I oed pretty damn hard.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I am forgoing any such self-induced shenanigans for a month.

Wish my hands luck.

It can be done, bro. I've done it. It is an excellent way to improve your character and tune the will. Also, the increased blood-testosterone level gives you increased energy, ambition and joie de vivre.

 

[bethanyman]

ahh 5:00

 

[rosco rathbone]

ahh 5:00

O'd like a beast did you. Wait, you are CENTRAL TIME.

 

[Ash86]

Fantasy content: telling someone to kneel and remove my pants and drawers; while they remain fully clothed. Something about that image suggestive of prostitute and client. (Businessman on lunch hour, with black socks, with hairy legs, no pants, shirt and tie, hooker kneeling before him holding the shirttails out of the way.)

You need to post more. <nods>

 

[Marquis]

My sex life as of recent has been rather adventurous, negating the need for a jack. I have in the last week procured the services of a young undergrad I met online, a middle-eastern pop singer I met at the gym and of course my regular designated semen inhaler.

Promiscuity in lieu of masturbation seems to be working wonders for my self esteem, but has offered me none of the sworn benefits of seed retention.

 

[MechaBlade]

I want to hold out so that I can get horny enough to finally finish one of these three stories I've started. But dammit I don't have the time/inclination, even after 48 hours of jack-free consciousness.

Dammit, why can't I control my libido?

 

[bg23]

i'm too angry to masturbate.

but i did it once today, and i really want to again, but i'm really just too angry.

i think i'd hurt myself if i tried.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

Fucking finally.

IT's been like 2 weeks without an O

I did it twice

My egg vibey died, luckily I still had my bullet vibe but it's dying too, I just ordered another egg. I my egg

I read 2 of my fave dirty stories, but I didn't need much imagination the vibey did his job

 

[rosco rathbone]

I'm off the jack wagon and the Salvation Army band is playing drunkenly. The Women's Christian Masturbation Union has turned me out. Three yesterday and one this morning.

Jacking can hold some strange surprises. Right when you think you've seen it all, a jack will come out of left field and knock your socks off.

I was going at it in my cot this morning before reveille and got very tense. I was thinking about my favorite scenario: Penis Nurse, RN; Sister Of Oral Mercy; Black Philanthropy.

The source of my emotional heebie jeebies was this: I have come to realize that if I had a cock nurse/sister of oral mercy at my disposal; I would probably not be able to witness the acts of black philanthropy resulting from my behest as Andrew Oral Carnegie. The kind of person who I think of as oral beneficiary wouldn't be able to function with a leering man present. Thus, I would have to free Ms. Cock Nurse to act on her own recognizance; and then report back later with full oral details. The idea of giving up control in such a manner made me feel very strange.

My actual jack fantasy was about the interrogation session that would doubtless ensue. I would never be sure that I had gotten all the information. What if she enjoyed it too much? The kind of girl I like for an angel of oral mercy is a skilled man-pleaser with a malicious teasing or femme fatale streak. Such people are notoriously hard to manage. The firm hand is most definitely called for. Thus, jacking, I meditated on these matters.

As the bugler commenced to blow reveille out on the dewy parade grounds, I finally allowed myself to release.. However, the built-up tension overmastered my stoic control. Usually I am tense, brisk, almost businesslike at ejaculation time; but I as pictured a penis nurse bent over the ejaculation basin before me, an irrational exuberance overcame me and I began making violent thrusting motions with my hips. I came with a bang, out of control, letting out a rebel yell, my left arm flung over my head and my whole body undulating. Some seed missed the ejaculation basin. Then I viewed myself in the ejaculation mirror and realized that I looked exactly like a bronco buster in that posture.

Musing later, I thought to myself that a bit of irrational exuberance is certainly a good thing in life.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

I'm off the jack wagon and the Salvation Army band is playing drunkenly. The Women's Christian Masturbation Union has turned me out. Three yesterday and one this morning.

Jacking can hold some strange surprises. Right when you think you've seen it all, a jack will come out of left field and knock your socks off.

I was going at it in my cot this morning before reveille and got very tense. I was thinking about my favorite scenario: Penis Nurse, RN; Sister Of Oral Mercy; Black Philanthropy.

The source of my emotional heebie jeebies was this: I have come to realize that if I had a cock nurse/sister of oral mercy at my disposal; I would probably not be able to witness the acts of black philanthropy resulting from my behest as Andrew Oral Carnegie. The kind of person who I think of as oral beneficiary wouldn't be able to function with a leering man present. Thus, I would have to free Ms. Cock Nurse to act on her own recognizance; and then report back later with full oral details. The idea of giving up control in such a manner made me feel very strange.

My actual jack fantasy was about the interrogation session that would doubtless ensue. I would never be sure that I had gotten all the information. What if she enjoyed it too much? The kind of girl I like for an angel of oral mercy is a skilled man-pleaser with a malicious teasing or femme fatale streak. Such people are notoriously hard to manage. The firm hand is most definitely called for. Thus, jacking, I meditated on these matters.

As the bugler commenced to blow reveille out on the dewy parade grounds, I finally allowed myself to release.. However, the built-up tension overmastered my stoic control. Usually I am tense, brisk, almost businesslike at ejaculation time; but I as pictured a penis nurse bent over the ejaculation basin before me, an irrational exuberance overcame me and I began making violent thrusting motions with my hips. I came with a bang, out of control, letting out a rebel yell, my left arm flung over my head and my whole body undulating. Some seed missed the ejaculation basin. Then I viewed myself in the ejaculation mirror and realized that I looked exactly like a bronco buster in that posture.

Musing later, I thought to myself that a bit of irrational exuberance is certainly a good thing in life.

I fucking LOVE your posts. I like the thought of you getting a bit out of control. I also like it when you mention dialogue that happens in your head or even out loud

 

[rosco rathbone]

I fucking LOVE your posts.

I do it all for you people: the jackin' kids.