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I jacked this day.

I was thinking about looking down at a face between my legs with long-lashed eyelids closed in concentration as the humble rites are performed. You get your phlogiston directly from the source, dear. You drain the sacred spring.

I'd already jacked about 4 times in the last 24 hours, so at conclusion I wasn't expecting much production. Then it felt as if an invisible hand had taken hold of a rubber bulb right in my center and given one firm squeeze. I heard myself giving a suprised and ecstatic OOof?!? and looked down to see the ejaculation basin bespattered with the sacred dew.
 
I have drunk a bowl filled with foaming spice and one in which everything is well mixed:

My hand has gone back and forth, mingling fire with spirit, joy with sorrow, and the hardest with the softest.

I have become a grain of the saving salt which makes everything in the bowl mix well.

For there is a salt which blends good and evil; and even the most evil thing is worthy, as it adds spice and makes everything spill over in a froth.

Ah, how could I not be ardent for Eternity and for the marriage ring of rings, the ring of the return?

I have never yet found a woman with whom I would like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity!


-Friedrich Nietzsche Thus Spake Zarathustra LX The Seven Seals, 4
 
rosco rathbone said:
Are you a masturbator? Out with it!

I do not do it in such a poetic way as you, but I masturbate a couple times a day. Though lately, within the last week or so, I've been up to 3 - 4 times a day. Minimum.

I'm hurtin'!
 
LadyFunkenstein said:
I do not do it in such a poetic way as you, but I masturbate a couple times a day. Though lately, within the last week or so, I've been up to 3 - 4 times a day. Minimum.

I'm hurtin'!

You're in serious need of help. Call 911.
 
Happy to announce that I am back in whack. All proceeds according to plan and I've shored up my account with the Universal O Bank for the time being. Bring on the Metro-link if you dare!!!

I have also now seen quite possibly the cutest, mostly cuddly, warm fuzzy porno-flick ever shot in the history of explicity film. Fluffy, delightful, very 70's musical arty-comedy. So the music is awful, but the film is pretty good --- I mean, it's not a good film, but it's AMAZING when you consider that it's a pornographic film. Hell, it's not even that bad a film when you consider the era and style.

Perhaps it's because this was really a film first and the explicit sex is just kind of a bonus ---not much of a bonus, but still. So there's singing and dancing and some pretty decent comedic stage actors hamming it up as Wonderland characters alongside some better-than-average-actor porn talent, or perhaps they're just some less sexually-inhibited "straight" actors, shit, it was the 70's so who knows. Anyway, you end up with this bizarre little film that likely works just as well without the explicit sex scenes which everyone bitches about missing when they buy the film from Amazon.

Anyway, it's not wank material in my household and I doubt it would be for most of the folks here, but it IS worth seeing just because it's so damn.....CUTE!


-B
 
bridgeburner said:
Happy to announce that I am back in whack. All proceeds according to plan and I've shored up my account with the Universal O Bank for the time being. Bring on the Metro-link if you dare!!!

I have also now seen quite possibly the cutest, mostly cuddly, warm fuzzy porno-flick ever shot in the history of explicity film. Fluffy, delightful, very 70's musical arty-comedy. So the music is awful, but the film is pretty good --- I mean, it's not a good film, but it's AMAZING when you consider that it's a pornographic film. Hell, it's not even that bad a film when you consider the era and style.

Perhaps it's because this was really a film first and the explicit sex is just kind of a bonus ---not much of a bonus, but still. So there's singing and dancing and some pretty decent comedic stage actors hamming it up as Wonderland characters alongside some better-than-average-actor porn talent, or perhaps they're just some less sexually-inhibited "straight" actors, shit, it was the 70's so who knows. Anyway, you end up with this bizarre little film that likely works just as well without the explicit sex scenes which everyone bitches about missing when they buy the film from Amazon.

Anyway, it's not wank material in my household and I doubt it would be for most of the folks here, but it IS worth seeing just because it's so damn.....CUTE!


-B

Let me guess: O Calcutta? (jk, and besides I believe that one was 60s, not 70s)
 
I had a wank this day.

I was thinking about making a girl who'd back-answered me stand in the corner with no pants on, like a sexy dunce. Pretending to ignore her and read a book but actually looking over the rim of the book at her bottom.

Then I started to get into it and a strange sexual anger overtook me. Oddly, even though I was full of sexual emotion, my cock would not get hard. It's as if my body was resisting my mind's need to seek satisfaction. Still, I kept pounding away at it with a grimace of exertion.

I took a mental hold on a strong image and made a run at conclusion. Thinking about urinating over the prostrate form of a disgraced female; psychosexual triumph. White-knuckling the side of the ejaculation basin with my free hand, I heaved myself up and over like a mountain-climber desperately crawling onto an icey ledge with the last of his strength--and found nothing. I had "Oed" but it didn't feel like anything. A great effort produced nothing more than a weak-kneed feeling of falling as in elevator with cable cut and some sparks which flashed before the eyes.
 
Last night I had the jerk of a lifetime.

It was getting late and I brought my ladyfriend to bed for penile service. She gave me a nice long massage, working the kinks out of every muscle with long, heavy strokes and deep excited breathing.

I turned around and she crept in between my legs into the position I taught her. Head in mouth, shaft in hand, her legs tucked under her little body curled onto itself between my thighs. She started sucking.

Poor girl, gets so nervous giving me head. She has a hard time reading me, when to go faster, when to go slower, that sort of thing. Perhaps I'll have to slut her out to another Dominant so he can train her, I don't seem to have the finesse for it.

But tonight she was going all for it. She was pumping her tight little mouthhole up and down on my cock with a hellish fury. I felt as though I would cum, but was just on the edge. This must be what it is like for girls. I cum like a girl, I tell you.

She starts letting these little gasps of desperation escape which I simply cannot abide. I tell her to just stop, and she flings back, hiding her head in shame over her failure.

"oh baby," she manages to mutter out in the most humble and forlorn tone "you have no idea how much I hate you."

She is referring to her constant failed attempts to bring me to orgasmi intra-orally. It is something that weighs heavy on her. She knows I am capable of being brought to orgasm by this method, so feels doubly inadequate, although she does try to blame it on my need for such an extreme level of effort on my partner.

Makes me wonder, is it the extra stimulation I need, or just the effort itself. Do I need my partner to be just about killing themselves on my dick to get off?

Feeling hot and extra tight over being denied my fair one, I replied "No baby, you have no idea how much I hate you," in a much different tone.

She lay back and looked off with that face I see so often. That face I've seen so many times on so many women.

The face too proud to cry but too sensitive not to let you know it. The face that says "Why am I here? What am I doing?"

I got up and walked over to her side of the bed. I began the process of self initiated manual extraction, evacuation point squarely aimed at her temple.

"Open your mouth," I said.

Like a good and loyal woman, the lips parted into a wide opening. She wasn't ready to give up all her sorrow, but she took some solace in being useful. A good woman recognizes that a man's sex drive must be allowed to roam free, and she takes great satisfaction in playing any part in his sexual enjoyment, be it lead or prop.

Her eyes closed peacefully now, mouth open, hungrily anticipating my little present. But the horny little slut got too anxious, overstepped her boundaries, didn't stick to the script.

I felt a tongue stroking the tip of my dick, throwing off my rhythm and concentration. Instinctively I brought 3 fingers down and slapped her on her jaw. A disciplinary tap that would barely hurt a child, but so offensive in its delivery that her face could not hide the shock and humiliation.

"I said open your mouth, that's it!" I growled out.

Her eyes squinted up, she began to cry despite herself. She was only human, there's only so much her poor little heart can take. I prepared to stick a finger in her mouth and hold her lower jaw down.

But the mouth stayed open.

That's a good woman, I thought, as I stared down at her, basking in the crapulence of my sadism. The tears flowed out as the cum flowed in, in thick, healthy spurts. Fat globs of spunk collected at the corner of her mouth, which she dutifully scooped up with a finger upon my direction.

The dark energy left me and she got up for some alonetime (alonetime is what we call "aftercare" in our family) in the bathroom, then came back my woman. My soft, gentle, sweet, selfless woman.

My good woman.
 
Fuck me, Marquis. That was so fucking hot.

I had a good one a couple of days ago. I read something on here that gave me a stir in my loins and made me dizzy. I was desperate to find more. I felt like a guy searching for porn. Clicking and searching and trying every combination of words I wanted. Meanwhile my cunt is getting creamy and swolen and I can feel my clit with every breath I take. I squeeze my thighs together and do kegels getting off on the sensation it gives me.

I'm on fire, my mind is racing. I NEED IT NOW. Getting out my assortment of toys, I settle on my trusty fat purple vibe. I stuff it inside, giddy at the sensation and amazed at how slick I am, my entire mons and thighs are like an oil slick. Hungry for it now I fuck myself like I never have before. I'm grunting and moaning and saying dirty filthy things.

I finally find something else to read and my orgasm hits me like a freight train. I can nearly hold the vibe inside me my cunt squeezes and contracts like mad, cum oozing out of me like a fountain.

I'm pretty sure it's the best O I've had in a while!
 
rosco rathbone said:
I was thinking about making a girl who'd back-answered me stand in the corner with no pants on, like a sexy dunce. Pretending to ignore her and read a book but actually looking over the rim of the book at her bottom.
I have had this exact fantasy. I even drew it and wrote a story about it, but it was back in high school, when my writing was shit.

Marquis said:
"oh baby," she manages to mutter out in the most humble and forlorn tone "you have no idea how much I hate you."

She is referring to her constant failed attempts to bring me to orgasmi intra-orally. It is something that weighs heavy on her. She knows I am capable of being brought to orgasm by this method, so feels doubly inadequate, although she does try to blame it on my need for such an extreme level of effort on my partner.

Makes me wonder, is it the extra stimulation I need, or just the effort itself. Do I need my partner to be just about killing themselves on my dick to get off?

Feeling hot and extra tight over being denied my fair one, I replied "No baby, you have no idea how much I hate you," in a much different tone.

She lay back and looked off with that face I see so often. That face I've seen so many times on so many women.

The face too proud to cry but too sensitive not to let you know it. The face that says "Why am I here? What am I doing?"

I got up and walked over to her side of the bed. I began the process of self initiated manual extraction, evacuation point squarely aimed at her temple.

"Open your mouth," I said.

Like a good and loyal woman, the lips parted into a wide opening. She wasn't ready to give up all her sorrow, but she took some solace in being useful. A good woman recognizes that a man's sex drive must be allowed to roam free, and she takes great satisfaction in playing any part in his sexual enjoyment, be it lead or prop.
Good woman. I have the same "problem" with stimulation: I sometimes envy guys that cum in their shorts when women barely touch them. And less experienced women experience frustration with it. But it's just like you said, as long as they can function as a prop, they've done their job.

I hate it when women need to be in control of my orgasm (although I appreciate the effort). I can barely control it myself.


naughtygirl69s said:
I finally find something else to read and my orgasm hits me like a freight train.
I'm no stranger to the porn hunt.

I came home today feeling down again. I had been thinking about the details of one of my upcoming stories and somehow this led me to think about a lot of girls I've had and will never have again, and beautiful girls I'll never have. I grew visibly depressed, my face soured, and I tried to control my emotions while others were around. Then I saw this hot fucking redhead that I posted about a while ago in some -phreak thread. I wish I had the balls to approach her. Fuck all.

Anyway, I tried to focus on my chores when I got home, but I knew I had to have a good depression jack. It was time to jack, depression or not, since it had been a few days. Perhaps that's why I was feeling so nostalgic--my hormones were whacked. God, how feminine that would be.

I went through some porn, first starting off with this girl giving a bj who looks like she's been crying. As I got harder, I of course needed something more hardcore, so I found something kinkier.

I came, hard, my knees giving away, chest pumping as I said this another hot chick's name aloud. It's kind of stupid, but when I jack alone, I sometimes like to say dirty things upon approaching orgasm. This time was no different.

"Yeah, ______. Up your ass. Take it in your fucking ass, _______. Tell me how much you like it."

I almost sullied my shirt. Thank god for my cat-like reflexes.
 
MechaBlade said:
I have had this exact fantasy. I even drew it and wrote a story about it, but it was back in high school, when my writing was shit.

SOmething about that is really hot


Good woman. I have the same "problem" with stimulation: I sometimes envy guys that cum in their shorts when women barely touch them. And less experienced women experience frustration with it. But it's just like you said, as long as they can function as a prop, they've done their job.

I hate it when women need to be in control of my orgasm (although I appreciate the effort). I can barely control it myself.

Good to know, not all men are so "easy"



I'm no stranger to the porn hunt.

I came home today feeling down again. I had been thinking about the details of one of my upcoming stories and somehow this led me to think about a lot of girls I've had and will never have again, and beautiful girls I'll never have. I grew visibly depressed, my face soured, and I tried to control my emotions while others were around. Then I saw this hot fucking redhead that I posted about a while ago in some -phreak thread. I wish I had the balls to approach her. Fuck all.

Anyway, I tried to focus on my chores when I got home, but I knew I had to have a good depression jack. It was time to jack, depression or not, since it had been a few days. Perhaps that's why I was feeling so nostalgic--my hormones were whacked. God, how feminine that would be.

I went through some porn, first starting off with this girl giving a bj who looks like she's been crying. As I got harder, I of course needed something more hardcore, so I found something kinkier.

I came, hard, my knees giving away, chest pumping as I said this another hot chick's name aloud. It's kind of stupid, but when I jack alone, I sometimes like to say dirty things upon approaching orgasm. This time was no different.

"Yeah, ______. Up your ass. Take it in your fucking ass, _______. Tell me how much you like it."

I almost sullied my shirt. Thank god for my cat-like reflexes.

You jack standing up?

I almost ALWAYS talk aloud when wanking. When I was younger I used to tape record myself moaning and saying dirty things. Then I would play it back and rub one out. :eek:

I remember being able to cum just from saying "cock" over and over again. Takes a bit more than that now-a-days, tho.
 
Marquis, you are mean! :mad: (I know, we should alert the media over that one. ;) )

Marquis said:
Poor girl, gets so nervous giving me head. She has a hard time reading me, when to go faster, when to go slower, that sort of thing.

If you decide you want to do the training work yourself, here's a suggestion. Get her very relaxed (her performance anxiety is part of the problem, I'm pretty sure), maybe with booze or a relaxing pill, before you start. And then, for a few sessions, give her direct verbal commands ("go all the way down now," "slow down," "suck less/more hard," "use your hand a little on the base of the shaft," "keep doing exactly what you're doing now," etc.). Tell her to do what you think would feel good at that moment. She'll learn very quickly what you like and when you like it, and then you can go non-verbal again. Having done women before I am familiar with your condition, and it really helps to vocalize to your partner in order that they can learn you and not have to wildly guess all the time.

She starts letting these little gasps of desperation escape which I simply cannot abide. I tell her to just stop, and she flings back, hiding her head in shame over her failure.

Are the gasps because she's out of breath or expressions of emotion? I gasp alot during oral because I'm often in a position where my nose as well as my mouth is blocked and I don't get enough air for a long period. Out of breath would be sexy, I would think.

Makes me wonder, is it the extra stimulation I need, or just the effort itself. Do I need my partner to be just about killing themselves on my dick to get off?

Hard to say, for anyone except you and the woman experienced with you. But in most situations like this that I've known of, more energetic effort was part of the problem, not the solution. What is needed, usually, is a different technique...or two...or three.
 
Note to self:

Thai Chilis require more than six hours and a couple hand-washings to be sufficiently purged from the skin.

Somehow I think I've made this note to myself before. I've got to start keeping them in a more prominent place.

Not to worry, it had been six hours, after all. Let's just say it gave a whole new meaning to the term "afterglow" and had I felt randier earlier in the day things could have gotten ugly indeed. I mean, what the hell are you supposed to do for that. Pour milk on it? Swab with a tortilla? Sure as hell I wouldn't be waltzing into the ER with that story.

-B
 
And how come I'm the only moron who comes in here with accidental wanking injuries? I KNOW some of the rest of you have them. You're just holding out!!!


-B
 
Don't feel bad, I've had a similar problem with Vicks Vaporub.

I've also had trouble with callouses on my hands from lifting weights rubbing my dick raw.
 
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