Jacking-Off Log

[Paendragon]

Ok - 1st entry... edited: sorry it's so long..

I'm wearing the skirt in my av. No panties. I've sat here at work all morning working myself up, editing a story, and playing with fantasies in my head until I had to cross my legs tight enough to lift my pussy and keep the dampness off the back of my skirt - all the time becoming more and more turned on by the secretive movements under my desk.

I sit in an open area - clear partitions divide my work area from the other two drafters in the office (both male) on one side. The front of my desk faces one of the main walkways in the office. Any one walking down it is facing me.

I ate lunch, still teasing myself - squeezing my thighs and pussy muscles rhythmically as I sat here. With the occasional person passing and my face flushed, my heart racing with the need to touch myself, just a little bit - any bit at all, until I was brushing my thighs past one another, letting the inside of each one just almost brush my clit with enough pressure.

Soaked and swollen, I tossed the rest of my lunch and went out to my car. I moved the car to a shaded spot at the corner of my office's property that afforded me a view of the building and anyone that might approach me. I put my right leg over the console, my heel in the passenger seat. After scooting my seat back, I bent my left leg and planted my foot on the dash on the other side of the steering wheel, effectively opening my legs wide to the hot humid breeze of the afternoon.

The most inconsequential detail (or what I would have thought of as such) was that the sun broke through the leaves in the tree shading my car. Through the moon roof (which was open) a shaft of sunlight hit the area of my lap and with a very small shift, landed on my exposed pussy lips when I lifted my skirt to my hips.

The heat of the sun was amazing. A totally unexpected sensation, that combined with the feeling of being exposed and the thrill of masturbating there in the open was just ... amazing. My pussy gushed with wet heat and soaked my fingers. I laid the seat back intent on putting more of my lap in the sun, but still keeping an eye on the building.

I imagined someone seating in the passenger seat, my leg across his lap, his hands on my calf, his eyes watching my movements as I circled and rubbed my clit, occasionally sinking my fingers into my pussy for a few thrusts, and then returning to my swollen clit.

My hips lifted from the seat there at the end, as my hand moved faster and faster. And my eyes closed - any thought or concern I had about someone coming up on me was gone. Then I came, and the heat from the sun on my groin really felt like it raced to spread over me.

It was a very nice lunch.

*applauds wildly*

 

[purewolf]

12345

 

[Hester]

chanting "penis penis penis" Roar!

i believe i found my vacation penis today! maybe i will be able to lay off the jacking for a while...

 

[garbage can]

Ok - 1st entry... edited: sorry it's so long..

I'm wearing the skirt in my av. No panties. I've sat here at work all morning working myself up, editing a story, and playing with fantasies in my head until I had to cross my legs tight enough to lift my pussy and keep the dampness off the back of my skirt - all the time becoming more and more turned on by the secretive movements under my desk.

I sit in an open area - clear partitions divide my work area from the other two drafters in the office (both male) on one side. The front of my desk faces one of the main walkways in the office. Any one walking down it is facing me.

I ate lunch, still teasing myself - squeezing my thighs and pussy muscles rhythmically as I sat here. With the occasional person passing and my face flushed, my heart racing with the need to touch myself, just a little bit - any bit at all, until I was brushing my thighs past one another, letting the inside of each one just almost brush my clit with enough pressure.

Soaked and swollen, I tossed the rest of my lunch and went out to my car. I moved the car to a shaded spot at the corner of my office's property that afforded me a view of the building and anyone that might approach me. I put my right leg over the console, my heel in the passenger seat. After scooting my seat back, I bent my left leg and planted my foot on the dash on the other side of the steering wheel, effectively opening my legs wide to the hot humid breeze of the afternoon.

The most inconsequential detail (or what I would have thought of as such) was that the sun broke through the leaves in the tree shading my car. Through the moon roof (which was open) a shaft of sunlight hit the area of my lap and with a very small shift, landed on my exposed pussy lips when I lifted my skirt to my hips.

The heat of the sun was amazing. A totally unexpected sensation, that combined with the feeling of being exposed and the thrill of masturbating there in the open was just ... amazing. My pussy gushed with wet heat and soaked my fingers. I laid the seat back intent on putting more of my lap in the sun, but still keeping an eye on the building.

I imagined someone seating in the passenger seat, my leg across his lap, his hands on my calf, his eyes watching my movements as I circled and rubbed my clit, occasionally sinking my fingers into my pussy for a few thrusts, and then returning to my swollen clit.

My hips lifted from the seat there at the end, as my hand moved faster and faster. And my eyes closed - any thought or concern I had about someone coming up on me was gone. Then I came, and the heat from the sun on my groin really felt like it raced to spread over me.

It was a very nice lunch.

Hmmm, a very nice lunch indeed.

Very, very sensual, erotic, libidinous and stimulating.

Expressed, precisly, explicitly and deliberate, as only you could do

Very good Sweetheart....................

 

[unregistered]

 

[tortoise]

i believe i found my vacation penis today! maybe i will be able to lay off the jacking for a while...

Huzzah for vacation penis!

Congrats, Hester!

 

[MechaBlade]

Well,
I have a technique that includes looking at a playboy magazine full of only nudes. No writing required! I find a picture of someone that resembles one of my current crushes in the neighbourhood or at work, school etc...
I envision that woman and get naked completely.
Yesterday it was someone at school that took my fancy. I released my clothing and looked at my penis in the mirror. Grabbing the base with the right hand and pulling the shaft's skin tight I applied cream with my other hand. I have around 61/2 inches and it is very thick with a big big head.
I stroked it slowly enjoying the motion and the feeling electrified my body.
I concentrate on the head usually with the odd tug of the shaft just for the feel of it. I usually look at the action sideways as the reflection in the full length mirror really turns me on more.
On this occassion I was looking at a blonde with a nice full ass and it did not take long for the feelings to escalate. After about 3 minutes I could feel the build-up about to explode and as I got closer I slowed it down until I screamed in ecstacy and my head erupted warm spurting semen all over my lovely fantasy girl. Explosion after explosion pounded into the page and with each convulsion, I continued to rub my penis and had what I would call a multiple orgasm. Semen did not continue to spout but my convulsions continued for roughly 2 minutes. Finally, I stopped and fell face first into my bed. Afterwards I cleaned the magazine with tissue, expelled the remainder of the sperm from my pipes and had a nap.

Heh, good to see some people still like good old fashioned, tangible paper.

I've done that mirror jack thing, too.

 

[garbage can]

Yep, she know how to write, wouldn't you say Garb?

BTW, now that you 've read this how is the hammer hanging, as you like to put it?

Yup Vette, she's good alright.... She had my hammer on the rise...

 

[Hester]

it was storming this morning so i remained in bed passing the time with myself. several jacks later, the rain stopped and i got out of bed.

 

[rosco rathbone]

it was storming this morning so i remained in bed passing the time with myself. several jacks later, the rain stopped and i got out of bed.

I awoke this morn bursting with vitality and my penis straining to be taken out for a walk like an eager dog on the leash...but I exercised Virtue instead and read 200 pages of Bertrand Russell's History Of Western Philosophy, went to dunkin donuts, did my laundry, and am now cooking a Fish. I even stopped to pass the time of day with two darling spherical birdies that were chasing each other's tails on the sidewalk and composed a sermon extempore to the great Father of all things in their honor, like Saint Francis. The things we can accomplish when we retain vitality. (Applies to men only, women are exempt from this iron clad law of spiritual energetics).

 

[Recidiva]

I awoke this morn bursting with vitality and my penis straining to be taken out for a walk like an eager dog on the leash...but I exercised Virtue instead and read 200 pages of Bertrand Russell's History Of Western Philosophy, went to dunkin donuts, did my laundry, and am now cooking a Fish. I even stopped to pass the time of day with two darling spherical birdies that were chasing each other's tails on the sidewalk and composed a sermon extempore to the great Father of all things in their honor, like Saint Francis. The things we can accomplish when we retain vitality. (Applies to men only, women are exempt from this iron clad law of spiritual energetics).

Nobody told my psyche that. Shhh, don't listen to him. (covers Psyche's ears like Cupid)

 

[rosco rathbone]

Nobody told my psyche that. Shhh, don't listen to him. (covers Psyche's ears like Cupid)

I didn't mean that you couldn't accomplish great things; I meant that you didn't have to retain vitality like Muhammad Ali in training.

 

[Recidiva]

I didn't mean that you couldn't accomplish great things; I meant that you didn't have to retain vitality like Muhammad Ali in training.

'Cause I'm a fountain of it!

For me though, it's not about being vital, sometimes it's about being way too vital and needing it drawn off.

 

[Guest]

 

[bridgeburner]

Hmmm....it has been a moring of libidinous intentions all around the country.


I don't generally wake with the urge to abuse myself. I like to receive in the pre-dawn and early morning hours but in a passive way and then I like to go back to sleep. When I'm alone, as is more often the case, I'm very rarely inspired to jack upon waking. Today I most definitely had the urge but determined that it was more important to show up on time for work. I've been maintaining a low-level buzz in the general vicinity ever since, however, so I'll be very glad when the work day is over.

 

[Hester]

I awoke this morn bursting with vitality and my penis straining to be taken out for a walk like an eager dog on the leash...but I exercised Virtue instead and read 200 pages of Bertrand Russell's History Of Western Philosophy, went to dunkin donuts, did my laundry, and am now cooking a Fish. I even stopped to pass the time of day with two darling spherical birdies that were chasing each other's tails on the sidewalk and composed a sermon extempore to the great Father of all things in their honor, like Saint Francis. The things we can accomplish when we retain vitality. (Applies to men only, women are exempt from this iron clad law of spiritual energetics).

interesting difference between the sexes. i am absolutely insane and hormonal without regular orgasms.

if i exchanged russell and a fish for my jacks i'd be a modern day miss havisham in under a week.

 

[tortoise]

My nocturnal jack had been building all day, stimulated by various stimuli, which (obviously) included a specific post in this very thread. Logistically, it was a replay of my last logged event, with the window open, both to admit cooling breezes and to enforce near-silent jacking, and a prodigious slathering of slippery lube (Astroglide) to make the jacking silence extremely difficult to pull off (heh). After such a tantalizing all-day buildup, I wanted to make it an especially monumental jack, so I took it even slower than last time. For the first several minutes, I virtually ignored my cock, instead focusing my lascivious ministrations on my balls. My scrotum was in full bloom, in the very loose, velvety state that it often achieves when the weather is warm and humid, so the abundance of lube felt amazing as I slowly, quietly fondled my balls, keeping the pressure light and feathery, as is my newfound joy. Lifting, separating, rolling, and just basically having my way with them for an excruciatingly long time, until I could no longer ignore the insistence of my cock.

When I finally did succumb to my cock's throbbing imperative, I did not abandon my balls. Each slow, feathery stroke traveled from my taut head down the rigid shaft as usual, but I then extended each stroke lower, with my four fingers separating and caressing my velvety balls, culminating with a slightly firmer pressing on my perineum before making their return journey back up to the insistent head. Keeping the strokes invariably slow, steady, and feather-light, once again ignoring my cock's whimpering pleas of "harder! faster!", while visions of sunlight dappled wide-spread glistening pink folds danced through my head. Even with the slow feathery approach, the day's buildup and the delectable images brought me the brink of orgasm all too quickly for my tastes, so to stave it off, I would once again concentrate my ministrations solely on my balls until the crisis passed, then return to the slow caress of my entirety, from head to perineum and back again, over and over. Finally, after what seemed an excruciatingly long, yet all-too-short, time, I relented and slowly, steadily, lightly brought myself to a muscle clenching, back arching, spine-tingling, stifled-gasping electric climax, splattering globs of seed from my cheek and chin (the first two prodigious blasts) to my chest (the intermediate explosions). Finally I was left with a slow bubbling from my fount of my cockhead, which flowed over my hand to pool in the matted hair at the base of my cock. My cock stayed hard for several minutes post-climax, so I lightly, aimlessly fondled myself as I basked in the warm, tingling aftergow.

All in all, it was definitely a jack that did justice to the exquisite stimuli that inspired it, which is what I was aiming for. Tribute paid by earth-shattering orgasm.

 

[tortoise]

interesting difference between the sexes. i am absolutely insane and hormonal without regular orgasms.

if i exchanged russell and a fish for my jacks i'd be a modern day miss havisham in under a week.

<laughing>

 

[Guest]

 

[tortoise]

To quote Paen.. *applauds wildly*... with a few thrown in whistles and squirms in her seat.

Nice Tort. Very, very Nice.

Thank you, both for the compliments (especially the squirming ones!) and the… inspiration.

 

[DéjàNu]

My nocturnal jack had been building all day, stimulated by various stimuli

SNIP...

that was very reconforting to read

images.....

thanks

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

gym-hot

I just came from a spinning class at my gym - those stationary bikes, with great music and a tough broad at the front of the room yelling commands. I'd been skipping those for a while, living all this sex-in-the-head instead. I remembered Yeats

Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.

Not that I'm against a little bruising, yet I know my sexual pleasure gets empty when I'm not working my muscles enough. So I went.

Arrive and notice the men ALWAYS take the back row if they can. I'm sure it is that they like the view. (I do look in the mirror and glance at the cleavage view). The man that took the bike behind me was stocky and middle aged and sort of hot. Music pumping, heart pumping, noticing how everyone darkens their gym clothes in unique and individual sweat patterns. I wish I got that small of the triangle of wet just above my bum that some women get. I think it's hot. Everyone is breathing hard, I can smell the men. It's a lot like sex, and I started to feel very sexual. I was thinking about the Jacking Off Log, and you all stay with me. Looking at everyone in the mirror, and picturing them all masturbating, guessing at their turnons.

While there, I had a fantasy of leaving the gym, walking into the alleyway behind the building (alleyways turn me on) with the man on the bike behind me, wanting him to kiss me. Imagine him turn me and push me against the wall (this variation came from something someone here said to me). He shoves one hand down my bike shorts to make sure I'm wet enough. I am. Pulls down and away just enough clothing on both of us to fuck me from behind. I brace myself agains the wall, and he fucks me steady and hard 'till he comes, pulls out, and walks away.

Now I'm going to jack
....
or at least I thought I was. Aborted mission. Maybe if I think about hester getting some on her vacation.
...
Yeah. that worked. Turned into my imagination of hester and two very sexually motivated young men - best friends - spending the day hanging out in a hotel room Some images borrowed from Y tu mamá también. Good one.

 

[tortoise]

I just came from a spinning class at my gym - those stationary bikes, with great music and a tough broad at the front of the room yelling commands. I'd been skipping those for a while, living all this sex-in-the-head instead. I remembered Yeats

Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.

Not that I'm against a little bruising, yet I know my sexual pleasure gets empty when I'm not working my muscles enough. So I went.

Arrive and notice the men ALWAYS take the back row if they can. I'm sure it is that they like the view. (I do look in the mirror and glance at the cleavage view). The man that took the bike behind me was stocky and middle aged and sort of hot. Music pumping, heart pumping, noticing how everyone darkens their gym clothes in unique and individual sweat patterns. I wish I got that small of the triangle of wet just above my bum that some women get. I think it's hot. Everyone is breathing hard, I can smell the men. It's a lot like sex, and I started to feel very sexual. I was thinking about the Jacking Off Log, and you all stay with me. Looking at everyone in the mirror, and picturing them all masturbating, guessing at their turnons.

While there, I had a fantasy of leaving the gym, walking into the alleyway behind the building (alleyways turn me on) with the man on the bike behind me, wanting him to kiss me. Imagine him turn me and push me against the wall (this variation came from something someone here said to me). He shoves one hand down my bike shorts to make sure I'm wet enough. I am. Pulls down and away just enough clothing on both of us to fuck me from behind. I brace myself agains the wall, and he fucks me steady and hard 'till he comes, pulls out, and walks away.

<quiet shivery moan>

Delicious!

I really am at a constant fever-pitch lately. I'm sure it's partly just a side-effect of being in a great mood overall (brought about by my idyll in the wilderness), but the jacking only seems to stoke the fire, rather than "relieve" anything. Not that I'm complaining, I'm completely enjoying the everpresent fucklust.

 

[tortoise]

that was very reconforting to read

images.....

thanks

My pleasure, Ms. Nu! The scene in the park in Old Montreal was a very vital source of inspiration as well.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I'm just terribly jealous of the fact that you have a Dunkin' Donuts.

Everyone doesn't have dunkin donuts???

My nocturnal jack had been building all day.....

Very interesting. It's always strange to realize that our Father's house has many jacking mansions. I've never had a jack anything remotely like that, emotionally or physically. Live and learn, live and learn. Well-rendered detail.

I just came from a spinning class at my gym - those stationary bikes, with great music and a tough broad at the front of the room yelling commands....

Jacks are coming fast and furious this day. This one reminded me a little bit of Nicholson Baker, for some reason.

he fucks me steady and hard 'till he comes, pulls out, and walks away.

An o-worthy detail.