Jacking-Off Log

[rosco rathbone]

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...

LOL @ bathos of this juxtaposition. GOod stuff!

JACK NO.: 35AF1

Fuckin' A, mecha....scientific style logging protocol and all. I even like the picture, although the girl looks like she has a carbuncle for a nose.

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

Wish my Metallica knowledge extended past "One" and "Sandman" so that I could sing along.....

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

Trés erotic.


I had an interesting jay last night. It brought to mind the reasons that I don't do well with porneo or jacks about any kind of unobtainable female. My masturbations are all about my actual personal sex life; but I stepped outside the box and did one about one of my students, a woman from Côte d'Ivoire with a face that reminds me of some carven mask of an African fertility goddess and an astounding set of ass cheeks. Something like a volleyball seen side-on, in an erotic sense. She has the strangely gnarled fingers that I've observed on so many hot black woman from the third world, and wears hot pink granny panties that often show above the tops of her stylish designer jeans. The worst part is the accent. The voice of the French-colonial Heart Of Darkness stuggling with HAT and HATE or THE and THIS and HIS. To hear her turn "AND" into a 6-syllable word, brow creased with concentration, is to pop a boner.

So I jacked about having that bottom in my hands and it was most unsatisfying. With every stroke, the frustrating reality of the situation became clearer and clearer. I blasted forth a blueballed o, an o in loco parentis like god only knows how many teachers in the past. I went to bed with the orgone bubble completely unpopped, vowing to restrict my fantasizing in the future.

This morning I got off a decent pipecleaner, thinking about my tiresome old refrain---me as head of household.

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

I've been jacking a lot and not logging. Three yesterday, two so far today. I put my vibrator away, and I'm strictly manual, and my orgasms have been getting better and better, with lots of new explosions in my sexual thoughts making this all more exciting. Last night I drew on early memories from my teens, getting off on sharing those memories with someone and then building on that to a new experience - getting a sense of how erotic early 'playfighting' experiences must have been for the boy involved as well. I was able to have two amazing orgasms drawn from those first experiences of aggression mixed with unarticulated desire. Wow! And I've gone on from there, remembering more of those early explorations. My excitement/fear and the daring of those boys.
I came just a few minutes ago, remembering that age when everything changes, remembering the feeling of being pinned to the floor and held down - all frenzied play, nothing too rough - the excitement of testing powers.

 

[tortoise]

I've been jacking a lot and not logging. Three yesterday, two so far today. I put my vibrator away, and I'm strictly manual, and my orgasms have been getting better and better, with lots of new explosions in my sexual thoughts making this all more exciting. Last night I drew on early memories from my teens, getting off on sharing those memories with someone and then building on that to a new experience - getting a sense of how erotic early 'playfighting' experiences must have been for the boy involved as well. I was able to have two amazing orgasms drawn from those first experiences of aggression mixed with unarticulated desire. Wow! And I've gone on from there, remembering more of those early explorations. My excitement/fear and the daring of those boys.
I came just a few minutes ago, remembering that age when everything changes, remembering the feeling of being pinned to the floor and held down - all frenzied play, nothing too rough - the excitement of testing powers.

God, yes. I remember those types of play fights, vividly. Every single point of contact more erotic than I imagined possible, and all the more so because it was clandestine, unacknowledged. Electricity transmitting through the intervening layers of clothing, muscles straining…

<gulp>

 

[rosco rathbone]

Good stuff. I'm too far away from it, too jaded though. I don't want to think about my distance from the electricity of youthful contact.

 

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[tortoise]

I had a very… quiet jack last night. The outside window was open, and people were out and about, but I didn't feel like closing it (it was a warm night, stuffy). I used a copious amount of lube, way more than usual, a literal handful, so much that it would have been quite noisy had I used my normal pace and pressure of stroking, so I kept it slow and feathery light. The mental triggers were the usual, mainly replays of the hotel in London, my tongue relentless on her clit, but the sensation and buildup were incredibly intense. As things mounted towards climax, I forced myself to go ever slower… every lighter… barely even making contact… then I flashed to a handjob that she gave me, also in London, kneeling between my legs, using both hands with similar light feathery strokes… same copious lube… My cock demanded faster, harder, but I gave it softer, slower… feathery strokes… softer and softer…

My back arched off the bed as I came, every muscle taut, and bright white light flooded my brain. It was pretty fucking intense; abnegating my cock's demands, but delivering more pleasure than if I had given in.

 

[Luscious D]

super thread!!

 

[rosco rathbone]

super thread!!

Interesting--I just looked @ your pic thread; which I very rarely do. An outstanding combination of chunky ass and contortionist flexibility.

In answer to your "doggie" question: we like it because it objectifies and animalizes the female.

 

[Luscious D]

Interesting--I just looked @ your pic thread; which I very rarely do. An outstanding combination of chunky ass and contortionist flexibility.

In answer to your "doggie" question: we like it because it objectifies and animalizes the female.

thanks, I'm not as flexible as I used to be (gymnastics) but I still know a few tricks

so you mean kind of like makes us seem like a piece of meat

 

[rosco rathbone]

thanks, I'm not as flexible as I used to be (gymnastics) but I still know a few tricks

so you mean kind of like makes us seem like a piece of meat

I guess that puts it pretty simply. I am an ass man, and the sight of a shapely pair of ass cheeks at my mercy trips my trigger like nothing else. I've often been stunned and bemused by the degree to which two jiggly hemispheres of pure objectified bottom flesh can affect me. It's almost as if I completely lose sight of the existence of my lover as a human being with thoughts and feelings of her own.

 

[tortoise]

I've often been stunned and bemused by the degree to which two jiggly hemispheres of pure objectified bottom flesh can affect me.

That's fucking beautiful, man.

 

[Luscious D]

I guess that puts it pretty simply. I am an ass man, and the sight of a shapely pair of ass cheeks at my mercy trips my trigger like nothing else. I've often been stunned and bemused by the degree to which two jiggly hemispheres of pure objectified bottom flesh can affect me. It's almost as if I completely lose sight of the existence of my lover as a human being with thoughts and feelings of her own.

wow, I've never heard it like that before

 

[MechaBlade]

Fuckin' A, mecha....scientific style logging protocol and all.

It amused me to write it up a log entry this way.

I even like the picture, although the girl looks like she has a carbuncle for a nose.

Yeah, what ya gonna do about the way Japanese people draw? They can draw well, but they prefer to draw things extremely stylized. But no country, not even the US, comes close to doing erotic art as well as the Japanese.

 

[MechaBlade]

I guess that puts it pretty simply. I am an ass man, and the sight of a shapely pair of ass cheeks at my mercy trips my trigger like nothing else. I've often been stunned and bemused by the degree to which two jiggly hemispheres of pure objectified bottom flesh can affect me. It's almost as if I completely lose sight of the existence of my lover as a human being with thoughts and feelings of her own.

quotable.

 

[Luscious D]

so, im supposed to post in here everytime I masturbate right?

 

[rosco rathbone]

so, im supposed to post in here everytime I masturbate right?

Every time.

 

[Luscious D]

Every time.

thats gonna be hard to do

 

[rosco rathbone]

thats gonna be hard to do

You aren't the only slacker in this thread. (WHich incidentally is home of lit's three ass-masters: me, mecha and the marguis).

 

[Luscious D]

You aren't the only slacker in this thread. (WHich incidentally is home of lit's three ass-masters: me, mecha and the marguis).

what's an assmaster?

 

[rosco rathbone]

what's an assmaster?

A man of dominant propensity who likes to call the shots in the home and strop bottoms.

 

[bridgeburner]

Oh, major yes to the adolescent and teen wrestling. My best friend from about 12 to 17 lived next door to my grandmother. She was two years younger than me but her brother was my age. His best friend would come over and we'd all end up wrestling --- paired off. J and I could be sitting watching a movie or whatever and the guys would suddenly descend on us and we would, of course, run --- but not very fast. ;->

God I loved that. I went over there more to be chased and wrestled to the ground by her brother than I did to hang out with her a lot of the time. I remember him straddling me sitting on my hips trying to pin my arms down and my shirt came open --- one of those snap-front shirts, you know? --- and we just froze. He's staring down at my bra and and I'm looking up and thinking "oh please oh please oh please" but he just grabbed the sides of my shirt and covered me up kind of laughing nervously and apologizing and letting me up.

Had he only known that I was so NOT going to freak out over that.

I did sort of freak out over an experiment in the front yard of my grandmother's house. This was the late 70's when jeans were administered with a paintbrush and he bet us all that he could get his hand all the way up to the top of my thigh starting at my ankle. It took a good ten or fifteen minutes but I was wiggling a lot and we were all laughing and none of us really thought he could do it and then I had to make him stop because I didn't want him to do it in front of them. If we'd been alone......well, hell, if we'd been alone we probably wouldn't have felt comfortable enough to play such a game.

This is one of the few guys from real life that I will actually fantasize about. They're the "sweetest" fantasies I'm capable of and the ones where I'm most in my own body within the fantasy. While we did progress quite a bit farther than wrestling I never got to have sex with him although he is absolutely the boy who should've been my first.

Ah, nostalgia!

 

[Luscious D]

A man of dominant propensity who likes to call the shots in the home and strop bottoms.

You just said a guy that likes butts right?

 

[rosco rathbone]

You just said a guy that likes butts right?

Stick around.

 

[Luscious D]

Stick around.

and what will I get for sticking around?

 

[rosco rathbone]

and what will I get for sticking around?

I might give you a nickname.