Olivia_Yearns
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Are you still on the wanking wagon?Hester said:
Your voice rings out boldly as the ship pulls out of one port and heads towards the next.Hamletmaschine said:
Jacking-Off Log
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spacekowboy
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once this morning. I started in bed,even before i was fully awake. Just layed there for a bit fist around my already hard dick. Stroking slowly and squeezing. Alas, the critters wouldn't leave me alone so i decided to get up and feed them. I still needed me time, and I'll be damned if i was gonna put it off 17 hours like a did yesterday. So I slipped on a little of my new favorite porn. I didn't even get 5 minutes into it and exploded. That's the great thing about jerking off. The only one you have to please is you 
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Olivia_Yearns
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Yes, I'm hoping to dine with the captain.hogjack said:
Waves crashing on the bitch? I prefer when they crash against massive boulders and send salty spray high into the air. (stop me please).
focus, focus. got to get back to jacking. No more metaphors! What you got?
Hamletmaschine
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Olivia_Yearns said:Yes, I'm hoping to dine with the captain.
Waves crashing on the bitch? I prefer when they crash against massive boulders and send salty spray high into the air. (stop me please).
focus, focus. got to get back to jacking. No more metaphors! What you got?
I got yer dinner right here, matey...
What's Freud say? When you dream about boulders and overhanging cliff, you're really dreaming about tits and ass?
Well, I tend to cut out the middleman and just dream about the tits and ass.
Olivia_Yearns
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That's not cutting out the middleman. That's about your deep and failed wish to be a geologist. You are soooo repressed.Hamletmaschine said:
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Olivia_Yearns said:
The good doctor wins again. Damn.
Olivia_Yearns
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You're confusing me with Oliver. I'm OLY.Hamletmaschine said:
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That's me, and I got your very first, Virgin post. Your cherry. If you wank, post.rancidmc said:
Hamletmaschine
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Olivia_Yearns said:
I meant Dr. Freud. I don't think I'd confuse you with him or Oliver.
Olivia_Yearns
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How could I have doubted you?Hamletmaschine said:
I'm not posting anymore in the JOL, unless I have a wank. I don't want to be accused of being a fluffer.
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Damn straight.rosco rathbone said:
Just like with anyone else. But not for the kids; as rosco said, I'm cumming the butt.Olivia_Yearns said:
It's so I don't get 'Pub Syphillis.
SweetSurrendered1
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spacekowboy420 said:once this morning. I started in bed,even before i was fully awake. Just layed there for a bit fist around my already hard dick. Stroking slowly and squeezing. Alas, the critters wouldn't leave me alone so i decided to get up and feed them. I still needed me time, and I'll be damned if i was gonna put it off 17 hours like a did yesterday. So I slipped on a little of my new favorite porn. I didn't even get 5 minutes into it and exploded. That's the great thing about jerking off. The only one you have to please is you
Not for me... that'd bore me. 'Cause even when I'm taking care of myself, I'm usually thinking about someone else and a big part of sex is taking care of who you're with... at least that's what helps get me off.
rosco rathbone
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I jayed this day as I have on many others. Actually, I did 2x both with same theme: the strop.
Last night television featured a public service announcement for fathers about their sons :"teach him that violence against women is always wrong". I agree, and yet I'm able to jay and o contemplating nothing more than vicious violence against their bottoms with the strop and them crying out and twisting in an attempt to escape the strokes.
Last night television featured a public service announcement for fathers about their sons :"teach him that violence against women is always wrong". I agree, and yet I'm able to jay and o contemplating nothing more than vicious violence against their bottoms with the strop and them crying out and twisting in an attempt to escape the strokes.
naughtygirl69s
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I had a sex dream today, rare occurance for me.
In my dream I was MUCH younger and I was sitting on a big recliner watching cartoons, with a vibrator in my pussy, this did not seem at all unusual to me and I was quite content. I wasn't supposed to be up and the sound on the TV was very low and I could hear the faint sound the vibrator in my dream.
My bf "daddy" comes downstairs and "catches" me and he says "what are you doing baby? and i say; "Watching cartoons daddy" and he says: "and what else baby?"
I said: "making my pussy feel good"
He said: "come here and let daddy help you"
then I woke up
I promptly, grabbed my favorite purple vibrator and shoved it in and humped it to a very nice orgasm, while reading a VERY dirty story. It was a very satisfying O, I don't normally masturbate using any penentration at all. I also used my favorite egg vibrator on my clit, I had to turn it off, tho because it was making me cum too quick and I was trying to hold out.
In my dream I was MUCH younger and I was sitting on a big recliner watching cartoons, with a vibrator in my pussy, this did not seem at all unusual to me and I was quite content. I wasn't supposed to be up and the sound on the TV was very low and I could hear the faint sound the vibrator in my dream.
My bf "daddy" comes downstairs and "catches" me and he says "what are you doing baby? and i say; "Watching cartoons daddy" and he says: "and what else baby?"
I said: "making my pussy feel good"
He said: "come here and let daddy help you"
then I woke up
I promptly, grabbed my favorite purple vibrator and shoved it in and humped it to a very nice orgasm, while reading a VERY dirty story. It was a very satisfying O, I don't normally masturbate using any penentration at all. I also used my favorite egg vibrator on my clit, I had to turn it off, tho because it was making me cum too quick and I was trying to hold out.
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Dreams. I had a really heavy one last night, where I came clean to the ex love of my life. I confessed finally and openly that I'd been playing the game of love to kill and that I regretted what that had done to our love more than any other mistake I've ever made. Instead of the usual agonizing pining of my dreams of her, there was a feeling of open-ness and calm acceptance. A feeling that I was finally over her, but not in a victorious way.
As the tweeties heralded the onset of civil twilight, I jayed leisurely thinking about all the girls of yore. The passive avante-garde poetess who looked at me like a deer in the headlights and said "please get tested if you are going to keep coming in my mouth." The mournful-faced nursing student and former lesbian who couldn't quite get her head around my point-blank refusal to sweat over her orgasm. The trailer-park single mother who used to blow me while sitting crosslegged, indian-style while stimulating my sac with her sharp toenails, painted in Deadly Venom colors. The Internal Affairs lieutenant who was cheating on her husband...and more, many many more. Too many to list here. they paraded past in memory and I hailed each one with fond remembrance. Then I went to my roman ejaculatorium and Oed and Oed, for one and all.
As the tweeties heralded the onset of civil twilight, I jayed leisurely thinking about all the girls of yore. The passive avante-garde poetess who looked at me like a deer in the headlights and said "please get tested if you are going to keep coming in my mouth." The mournful-faced nursing student and former lesbian who couldn't quite get her head around my point-blank refusal to sweat over her orgasm. The trailer-park single mother who used to blow me while sitting crosslegged, indian-style while stimulating my sac with her sharp toenails, painted in Deadly Venom colors. The Internal Affairs lieutenant who was cheating on her husband...and more, many many more. Too many to list here. they paraded past in memory and I hailed each one with fond remembrance. Then I went to my roman ejaculatorium and Oed and Oed, for one and all.
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Greetings Mr. Rathbone, Esq, and Company.
I am currently staying with a friend of mine, who is male, and from all accounts, very good in bed. He's a good friend; I heart him dearly, and though "barkus is willin'" as they say, I have yet to take him up on his offer of mutual comfort. Being nearly 22 and hale and hearty and all that, he is quite the lustful friend, and has no issues at all about wanking with fervor twice, or more daily. He is not too loud when he's loving himself, but we are far out on the lonesome pray-ree, and well, voices (and such) carry. He is becoming very comfortable in his own skin and therefore, with his own sexuality, so after making sure that I am comfortable with the knowledge that he is doing the nasty with himself several times daily, he does not stray from his twice daily habit. Oddly, I'm touched by his sweetness in asking if I was okay with all this, and honoured a bit that he feels so comfortable with me (and our friendship) that my presence in his home does not deter him from his pursuit of the big O. He is very innocent in his pursuit of the Big O; he get laid fairly regularly, but he really just enjoys his body and the things he can do with it. He takes as much pleasure in his weightlifting, his marathons, his eating, all other pleasurable things as he does as well as in his jacking. He loves himself and his body with the sweet innocence of a child. Though he is more experienced than I am, the majority of his sexual and sensual experiences have been so good for him that I feel positively jaded in comparison. My experiences in the sensual arena have not been so great.
That being said, I am perving shamelessly on his jacks.
He doesn't talk to himself, or to his phantom lover, or even verbalize at all. I hear sighs, and gasps, and soft moans. I may hear some phantom movements, the sound of a hand on his cock, some breathy exhalations and such but there are no words in all this! It's as if the pleasure is basic, so simple that it needs no clarification. It makes me hot.
So now after nearly two weeks, I am jacking in sync with my very good friend. My orgasms are harder to achieve, and part of what makes it good for me right now is the shamefulness of my act. I'm hijacking his pleasure, greedily perving on his jacks, perverting the basic innocent goodness of his act. If I try to concentrate on his (fine!) body, on the healthful style of his jacks, I can't come. But if I concentrate on being the bad guy, the spiteful, the Thief of Jacking-Off, I come explosively. Then I see him in the hall later at night, or in the kitchen over coffee in the morning and I'm embarrassed, but he smiles this angelic smile and hugs me. Tells me its alright. This morning I hobbled out towards the bathroom, not bothering with the Wheelie chair, just hobbling on my sticks, and he came out and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead and whispered, "It's good for me too."
I'm not sure if I can handle this unbearable intimacy, but his utter equanimity soothes me. He's at peace with world and gradually, so am I, jacks and all.
I am currently staying with a friend of mine, who is male, and from all accounts, very good in bed. He's a good friend; I heart him dearly, and though "barkus is willin'" as they say, I have yet to take him up on his offer of mutual comfort. Being nearly 22 and hale and hearty and all that, he is quite the lustful friend, and has no issues at all about wanking with fervor twice, or more daily. He is not too loud when he's loving himself, but we are far out on the lonesome pray-ree, and well, voices (and such) carry. He is becoming very comfortable in his own skin and therefore, with his own sexuality, so after making sure that I am comfortable with the knowledge that he is doing the nasty with himself several times daily, he does not stray from his twice daily habit. Oddly, I'm touched by his sweetness in asking if I was okay with all this, and honoured a bit that he feels so comfortable with me (and our friendship) that my presence in his home does not deter him from his pursuit of the big O. He is very innocent in his pursuit of the Big O; he get laid fairly regularly, but he really just enjoys his body and the things he can do with it. He takes as much pleasure in his weightlifting, his marathons, his eating, all other pleasurable things as he does as well as in his jacking. He loves himself and his body with the sweet innocence of a child. Though he is more experienced than I am, the majority of his sexual and sensual experiences have been so good for him that I feel positively jaded in comparison. My experiences in the sensual arena have not been so great.
That being said, I am perving shamelessly on his jacks.
He doesn't talk to himself, or to his phantom lover, or even verbalize at all. I hear sighs, and gasps, and soft moans. I may hear some phantom movements, the sound of a hand on his cock, some breathy exhalations and such but there are no words in all this! It's as if the pleasure is basic, so simple that it needs no clarification. It makes me hot.
So now after nearly two weeks, I am jacking in sync with my very good friend. My orgasms are harder to achieve, and part of what makes it good for me right now is the shamefulness of my act. I'm hijacking his pleasure, greedily perving on his jacks, perverting the basic innocent goodness of his act. If I try to concentrate on his (fine!) body, on the healthful style of his jacks, I can't come. But if I concentrate on being the bad guy, the spiteful, the Thief of Jacking-Off, I come explosively. Then I see him in the hall later at night, or in the kitchen over coffee in the morning and I'm embarrassed, but he smiles this angelic smile and hugs me. Tells me its alright. This morning I hobbled out towards the bathroom, not bothering with the Wheelie chair, just hobbling on my sticks, and he came out and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead and whispered, "It's good for me too."
I'm not sure if I can handle this unbearable intimacy, but his utter equanimity soothes me. He's at peace with world and gradually, so am I, jacks and all.
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