Jacking-Off Log

[rosco rathbone]

OH

MY

FUCKING

GOD

What are you ohmygodding, NG?


I feel orgasmic from my continence. I've been squeezing it all day. I"m right on the edge. Life has turned into one huge jackoff. I feel like I would o in six sucks. No, three.

 

[Hester]

how many licks does it take to get to the center of a rathbonio?

one. two. thah-ree.

three.

 

[differentguy44]

Ha, actually wasn't in a gym environment. I'm a solo woman. I workout at home and outside. It was this landscaper that kept eyeing me up every day on my run. He'd look at me like I was a juicy steak. I'm a fan of the working man and callused hands.

hi...working man...with callused hands

 

[rosco rathbone]

how many licks does it take to get to the center of a rathbonio?

one. two. thah-ree.

three.

one

two-o-o-o-


oops sorry sweetie


hehe nah

 

[luxey313]

Trading grades for oral penis hearting.
Sucking it the best I can for that A.
Earning it by eager effort to serve and earn.
Under his desk as he grades papers and reads from his ledgers, every once and a while he leans down and whispers what whooore I am.
I moan and beg for it, with my mouth full.
Connect eyes with him like a pacified baby.

 

[Hester]

one

two-o-o-o-


oops sorry sweetie


hehe nah

story of my life

*goes in the closet to diddle by herself

 

[Vikingstone]

Trading grades for oral penis hearting.
Sucking it the best I can for that A.
Earning it by eager effort to serve and earn.
Under his desk as he grades papers and reads from his ledgers, every once and a while he leans down and whispers what whooore I am.
I moan and beg for it, with my mouth full.
Connect eyes with him like a pacified baby.

That was fairly amazing. Sort of dirty blank verse.

 

[stirbird]

I was sorting the pictures in my beast folder today. I should have known that would be trouble--the humilation potential for these fantasies is just too intense. Specifically, I was taking the good safe and politically correct beautiful wildlife images and placing them in a folder separate from the purrient, perverse, human-beast interaction sicko ones. I had to look at some of the thumbs up close to see if they were good or bad. And I got caught by two. Bad ones, of course. The first one was a drawing of a smiling monkey, a chimp I think, with an oversized penis having frontal intecourse with a 50s woman on her knees but leaning back on one hand and pushing him away by the head with the other hand. On her face are expressions of "This can't be happening to me!" horror and revulsion.

It's an exciting image to me, so I shut the front door and start to play with myself.

Then I looked at the thumb directly underneath it. In this photo, the "bodil woman" (she's famous in beast-porn circles for the unusual creatures she tackles) is lying on the ground. Directly above her head are a pig's pendulous balls and she's stretching her tongue upward to lick them. The top of her head is oriented toward the pig's tail, so most of her body is under the pig's. She has some sort of white creamy stuff dripping out of her mouth. The pig's or her partners?

So I have one of my standard fantasies: pleasuring a pig. First I imagine being tied to a trestle and it having anal sex with me while the man (there's always a man, watching the action with amusement) is videotaping it all, including my screams of pain from the long sharp dick burrowing deep into my intestines. I also have to suck him off while the pig is sodomizing me. His sexual arousal and satisfaction at my humiliation is a big point in these fantasies.

Then I go back to the image in the picture. I imagine myself in the same position, licking a pig's smelly gigantic balls, being encouraged by the male viewer to do a better job, to try to take them into my mouth, to lick every part of them. The humiliation of doing something like this would be intense, especially if visual evidence was made to shame me with or blackmail me with later. But I took it a step further this time than I usually do with these fantasies, thanks to the ever-practical part of my brain which reared up at that moment. Practical Mind was worried that the pig would take a dump on my face. Sheesh! Why think of that, stupid brain? I almost dismissed the thought from my fantasy in annoyance, but I was so worked up at the moment that I decided to leave it in. I imagined the pig doing it's business on the top part of my face: forehead to nose, while the dominant in the background laughs in delight and orders me to keep licking its balls. It's horrible in every way you can imagine it. After a few more minutes of this Man pulls me out from under the pig by my hair (my nude body slides easily in the mud) and straddles my chest shoving his cock in my mouth, not letting me clean up. I have to suck him off before I'm allowed to hose myself off. I came at that point.

 

[_pebbles]

Thankfully, the reset button has been hit via actual sex. A good hour long session fucking to Barry White's Greatest. I even did a silly 70's style nude disco dancing after it was over. I wasn't really expecting it and had rubbed one out about two hours prior.

Tomorrow's Monday - a busy day for the hot landscaper in my neighborhood. I'll be drooling out my window tomorrow.

 

[Vikingstone]

Wow...you take yourself to some darkly bent places. Grindingly sexual and entirely revolting at the same time.

I was sorting the pictures in my beast folder today. I should have known that would be trouble--the humilation potential for these fantasies is just too intense. Specifically, I was taking the good safe and politically correct beautiful wildlife images and placing them in a folder separate from the purrient, perverse, human-beast interaction sicko ones. I had to look at some of the thumbs up close to see if they were good or bad. And I got caught by two. Bad ones, of course. The first one was a drawing of a smiling monkey, a chimp I think, with an oversized penis having frontal intecourse with a 50s woman on her knees but leaning back on one hand and pushing him away by the head with the other hand. On her face are expressions of "This can't be happening to me!" horror and revulsion.

It's an exciting image to me, so I shut the front door and start to play with myself.

Then I looked at the thumb directly underneath it. In this photo, the "bodil woman" (she's famous in beast-porn circles for the unusual creatures she tackles) is lying on the ground. Directly above her head are a pig's pendulous balls and she's stretching her tongue upward to lick them. The top of her head is oriented toward the pig's tail, so most of her body is under the pig's. She has some sort of white creamy stuff dripping out of her mouth. The pig's or her partners?

So I have one of my standard fantasies: pleasuring a pig. First I imagine being tied to a trestle and it having anal sex with me while the man (there's always a man, watching the action with amusement) is videotaping it all, including my screams of pain from the long sharp dick burrowing deep into my intestines. I also have to suck him off while the pig is sodomizing me. His sexual arousal and satisfaction at my humiliation is a big point in these fantasies.

Then I go back to the image in the picture. I imagine myself in the same position, licking a pig's smelly gigantic balls, being encouraged by the male viewer to do a better job, to try to take them into my mouth, to lick every part of them. The humiliation of doing something like this would be intense, especially if visual evidence was made to shame me with or blackmail me with later. But I took it a step further this time than I usually do with these fantasies, thanks to the ever-practical part of my brain which reared up at that moment. Practical Mind was worried that the pig would take a dump on my face. Sheesh! Why think of that, stupid brain? I almost dismissed the thought from my fantasy in annoyance, but I was so worked up at the moment that I decided to leave it in. I imagined the pig doing it's business on the top part of my face: forehead to nose, while the dominant in the background laughs in delight and orders me to keep licking its balls. It's horrible in every way you can imagine it. After a few more minutes of this Man pulls me out from under the pig by my hair (my nude body slides easily in the mud) and straddles my chest shoving his cock in my mouth, not letting me clean up. I have to suck him off before I'm allowed to hose myself off. I came at that point.

 

[Vikingstone]

Thankfully, the reset button has been hit via actual sex. A good hour long session fucking to Barry White's Greatest. I even did a silly 70's style nude disco dancing after it was over. I wasn't really expecting it and had rubbed one out about two hours prior.

Tomorrow's Monday - a busy day for the hot landscaper in my neighborhood. I'll be drooling out my window tomorrow.

I wonder if he has a masturbation fantasies about you?

 

[stirbird]

Wow...you take yourself to some darkly bent places. Grindingly sexual and entirely revolting at the same time.

Why thank you...I think. :/

 

[Vikingstone]

Why thank you...I think. :/

I admit my compliment sounded a little backhanded but I didn't really mean it that way. Your post was very powerful stuff.

 

[MechaBlade]

Jacked not because I felt the physical need, but because it felt weird not to.

Looked through pr0n, and finally realized my list of pending story ideas is basically a list of things that, at one time or another, turned me on 110%.

Jacked to the (soon to be written? 2007?) story ideas, both of them revolving around a strip search and a digital anal search. With latex gloves of course (or not?!).

Halfway through I began to hum the Mario Brothers theme: Deet deet doo, deet deet doo doo... and laughed. Dane Cook fans will understand.

These fantasies intermingled with an angry nude woman (brunette) bending over the bathroom counter and saying quietly, "Get it over with." Obviously being blackmailed into giving up the ass. I've een on a real anal kick recently.

Came hard, long, copious. Chunky like the sperm were actually tadpole sized.

 

[MechaBlade]

If they want to get up to use the sink or something, they have to crawl over and say "meow meow. may i stand on my hind legs to use the sink please?"

I've been checking out some Asaji Muroi recently, and I'm kinda into the doggirl kick. Sure, cats are more feminine ("meow meow" is a nice touch) but nothing beats calling a bitch a bitch. Now, if I did train a doggirl, she might be catlike in the way that she will be trained to use a litterbox...

story of my life

*goes in the closet to diddle by herself

Don't come out until your done. I will taste your fingers to make sure.

I was sorting the pictures in my beast folder today.

Jesus. Jesus.

 

[rosco rathbone]

These fantasies intermingled with an angry nude woman (brunette) bending over the bathroom counter and saying quietly, "Get it over with." Obviously being blackmailed into giving up the ass. I've een on a real anal kick recently.

See, Mex to me that's the essence of sexuality. I've got a buddy who owes me a slave-swap beejay and fondlin' rights of his woman-not that I'll probably ever collect, he lives more than 30 minutes from Manhattan-but I was thinking the other day "what could be hotter than a woman who has to service you whether she wants to or not?". I almost think that a line could be drawn between two types of men; those that think aww hell yeah! and those who think yuck.

BIRDIE, you don't post too many jax but when you throw down, you throw down. This reminds me of the you of old. Let's get those creative and perverse juices flowing.

Someone just sent me a most un-PC image. I'd post it here but I don't feel right about it. It's a beautiful art-photo of a gorgeous black girl with her braids coiled up into cat-ears, naked on hands and knees like an animal, surrounded by black infants crawling about like little kittens. Something about it made me want to jack then and there.

Yanking it this morning, almost lost it again.

 

[stirbird]

You live on the edge, Rosco. Yank-wise, that is.

I am trying to get the creative juices fllowing again, but it's slow going.

 

[luxey313]

You live on the edge, Rosco. Yank-wise, that is.

I am trying to get the creative juices fllowing again, but it's slow going.

I read about her Boesil Joensen, after I read your jack.
Total perv- like the dark side of perv.
Poor woman. She seemed so sad and broken.

 

[stirbird]

I read about her Boesil Joensen, after I read your jack.
Total perv- like the dark side of perv.
Poor woman. She seemed so sad and broken.

Who or what is Boesil Joensen? (Even the great and wonderful Google didn't know. )

 

[luxey313]

Who or what is Boesil Joensen? (Even the great and wonderful Google didn't know. )

I spelled wrong. Bodil Joensen... how the hell did I get that?
lol
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodil_Joensen
She just seemed so dark.

 

[Guest]

 

[bridgeburner]

No jacking here due to injury. Not a jacking injury, btw. There have to be more fun ways to spend a week flat on your back. (Actually I can't lay flat on my back because that hurts, but you know what I mean.)

I have the urge to jack but a total inability. It's frustrating and the longer this goes on the angrier I get. I was slamming a cabinet door repeatedly two days ago --- upper body works fine thank goodness ---- shouting I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! "You" in this case being the universe or whatever diabolical power weilding influence over my life right now.

Been reading a lot of really mediocre porn. Sometimes mediocre porn is worse than BAD porn.....hmmm,....no, it's all pretty much a waste, but perhaps it will get me off my ass to write something down, hell, I'd like to get paid to write mediocre porn. I'm tired of editing for others who get their panties in a twist when I don't gush all over them that they're the next Anais Nin. Seriously, if they didn't think they needed an editor why did they ask for one?

But since this is NOT the place for this kind of ranting ---- I don't think I've been outside the JOL in months ---- I will go and calm myself with thoughts of future jacking or perhaps I should just avoid all things sexual until I can actually do something about it.

 

[stirbird]

I spelled wrong. Bodil Joensen... how the hell did I get that?
lol
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodil_Joensen
She just seemed so dark.

Ok, now I get it. I didn't know she had a biography...or even that Bodil was her name--it's just the name on the pictures. Thanks for posting that interesting (and yes, sad) link!

 

[_pebbles]

and the longer this goes on the angrier I get.

My anger has tapered off. I had reached a boiling point yesterday. Watched some lame porn, adding my own verbal commentary where I saw fit. Most times I fantasize about situations involving me. Other times, like yesterday, I prefer to act like the fly on the wall that I am. The O's I have while watching porn are never earth shattering. Went back and forth from watching/Oing and my housework over the course of a couple hours. Total of 4.

This morning thought about being taken up the ass by a hot stud on my kitchen floor. During lapses in his moans, groans and cursing he kept saying "Mine, mine, mine", like a yoga chant. I went on a run after this. I caught up and lapped a military type guy w/a box cut. I enjoy feeling that I have more stamina than the strongest of men.

 

[mutualpleasure_]

Slow sensual stroking...

my common mid-day touch. My left hand softly stroking my cock... wet with precum... I notice the faint wet sound of my touch. The occasional soft deep moan of pleasure... gasp of intensity.
My mind grazing... lit... yahoo messenger... trailing different directions... aroused by your posts on this thread...

Deliberately lingering until the clock demands my attention...
and I choose to release the pent up flood.

but not yet