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rosco rathbone said:
Just the sheer phraseology of it, lux. Sometimes the way people put things tickles my funny bone.
I like to tickle your funny bone.
Did you see my newly aborted baby?
 
luxey313 said:
I like to tickle your funny bone.
Did you see my newly aborted baby?

I never look at pics posted in humor. Seen too many things that turned my stomach. I liked your middle finger picture though.
 
rosco rathbone said:
I never look at pics posted in humor. Seen too many things that turned my stomach. I liked your middle finger picture though.
They were not gross.

Thank you.
 
rosco rathbone said:
I never look at pics posted in humor. Seen too many things that turned my stomach.
while lab-like chambers lined with disembodied female reproductive organs make you spurt. That's so cute.
 
Olivia_Yearns said:
while lab-like chambers lined with disembodied female reproductive organs make you spurt. That's so cute.
That is what makes him so super delish-hip-creepy-chic R.R. we know and heart.
 
I had a rather intense and sudden jack tonight. Musing on the idea of humilliation - especially public humilliation. I thought about a lover making me submit in front of other men. No one else touched me. But in the most casual and relaxed manner, he demonstrated his complete control over me, touching me and gradually bringing me to orgasm in front of his friends while continuing in conversation with them as though nothing unusual was happening. Then, as calmly as if he was going to go take a leak, he says "I'll be back in a moment" and takes me to the next room, where he fucks me hard till he cums, then leaves me there as he rejoins his friends.
 
pants said:
Then, as calmly as if he was going to go take a leak,

Ejaculation as eliminatory function. ( I know I'm taking it out of context, but it's a favorite theem of mine).

I got raked over the coals last night by those judges whose chambers are in the world to come. I awoke covered in sweat an hour before I had to get up, stillest night outside, and my bone was hard. I jayed for a long time, still half asleep, as my animal nature reasserted itself comfortingly after having been peeled away in a dress rehearsal for the voyage to the great beyond and rebirth. I got out of bed with my "CLOSED FOR BUSINESS" novelty eyeshade pushed up on top of my touseled head and squirted life-giving juice into the wastewater system of Queens thinking about what else, stropping bottoms. Then back to my cot and slept like an innocent infant until my loud clock went off.
 
rapscallion said:
Ejaculation as eliminatory function. ( I know I'm taking it out of context, but it's a favorite theem of mine).

I got raked over the coals last night by those judges whose chambers are in the world to come. I awoke covered in sweat an hour before I had to get up, stillest night outside, and my bone was hard. I jayed for a long time, still half asleep, as my animal nature reasserted itself comfortingly after having been peeled away in a dress rehearsal for the voyage to the great beyond and rebirth. I got out of bed with my "CLOSED FOR BUSINESS" novelty eyeshade pushed up on top of my touseled head and squirted life-giving juice into the wastewater system of Queens thinking about what else, stropping bottoms. Then back to my cot and slept like an innocent infant until my loud clock went off.

Ejaculation as exorcism. Elimination of a different kind. Except it's only a partial elimination, a quasi-exorcism, a venting, a valve to purge just a bit of demon seed, to relieve the excess internal infernal pressure. Cleansing is not the aim. Balance is.

Or, yeah, not. Just musing out loud.
 
Ah, 'Livia sings my tune again! Boobies!!!!


So, I had a decent jack last night --- better than they'd been for a couple of days and I was relaxing into the comfort of my bed and enjoying the cool breeze fanned through the window as I snuggled under the blankets and prepared to drift off. I heard my upstairs neighbor and his girlfriend come across the back yard and then head up to his place and within about five minutes they were seriously squeaking the bedsprings.

Oddly, this is the first time I've ever hear them fucking. The headboard wasn't banging and I didn't hear any moaning or groaning just the persistent protest of the mattress. What drove me crazy, though, was that he kept changing his rhythm. He'd get going and I'd be like "yeah, that's right, that's good" and then he'd stop and switch to something else. I wanted to shout at him "Why did you change??? You were doing fine!"

There was a period of time where it seriously sounded like he was punching her. I mean, just pile driving into her and I could imagine that the only thing saving either of them from broken bones was the fatty pad over her pubic bone. Then he'd go to the super-quick, shallower thrusting and that would get me hot. I tend to fixate on that silly-looking rapid thrusting that seems to presage the money-shot.

I wasn't touching myself or even thinking about it really but it was occasionally hot listening to the bed bounce and then he'd switch up again and it would piss me off as if it was me in the bed with him and he was throwing off my train of O.

So, what has this got to do with anything? I have no idea, but my neighbor is super-cool and quite good looking but having heard that irritating rhythm I have zero desire to have sex with him --- which is a good things since he's my neighbor and all, but it just seems funny to me that I know this about someone who is mostly a stranger to me.
 
That was awesome, beebs. Who knew that men in sacto were getting all tricky with their rhythyms? This ought to make all men think twice when they are boning in apartment buildings.
 
One line

I was still sleepy today from a very short sleep last night, and I had about 10 minutes to wake myself up some more without using coffee.

So I selected this one fetish video I have that has a bevy of nasty shit going on in it, even some stuff I don't usually like. I selected it for the first scene, but wound up watching it through and fast forwarding to good parts.

I think a lot of people here might, despite all their attempts not to, enjoy the first scene. It's a girl in a john who converses casually with a man (in German, of course) who enters her stall while he pulls out his penis and begins pissing on her/in her mouth. She tries to gulp as much as she can down, but he doesn't bother to hold it back after pausing a couple of times. After he's done, she begans sucking him (yes, this is a Full Service shop) and he cums on her bespectacled face, her eyes shut tight and mouth in a tight-lipped grin.

I always enjoy that scene even though the girl is about a 5. To use a woman as a receptacle for both sperm and urine in one visit is an excellent turn on and I think bars should start requiring their barmaids to service heavy-bladdered customers in the john this way. Not really, but it's going to make a great erotic story someday.

So, the video gets dirtier and sicker from there although goes as softcore as normal ol' anal sex at parts and I'm beating furiously and fast forwarding, still trying to cum as soon as possible so I can leave the house. I am almost there when the scene is of a woman anally fisting herself in the front seat of a car. The passenger side door is open and a man standing on the sidewalk has a great view of her fist and anus. This also has given me another great idea for a story about a sort of reversed prostitution: preverted women who drive to the dark places in the city and pay gigolos to watch them perform sexual acts. I doubt this idea will ever see fruition.

Anyway, instead of that scenario, which I usually picture when I'm watching this scene, I pictured it without the monetary transaction: just a woman fisting herself in front of a man, hoping he's getting off on it. And my mind fixated on one line that I've read in erotica and I came. That line:

"She no longer felt any revulsion at this, only a degree of fear that her efforts, no matter how successful, would be insufficiently pleasing."

(It's a line from rlfj's "Vanessa". In that scene Vanessa has finally been successfully brainwashed and is given the task of giving her master a rusty trombone.)
 
bridgeburner said:
Ah, 'Livia sings my tune again! Boobies!!!!
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I heard my upstairs neighbor and his girlfriend come across the back yard and then head up to his place and within about five minutes they were seriously squeaking the bedsprings. [...]
Hey sugar!

I have this fear that MY downstairs neighbour can hear my vibrator - she probably can. The magic wand is pretty loud in the wee hours. And I imagine her down there living her shiny plastic life with her shiny plastic fiancee and saying "there she goes again. Didn't she just do that like 20 minutes ago? What is wrong with her? It's gross".

I've gotten shy about posting jacks. I feel very vulnerable after, because I know more read here then post. If it was just all us pervs, I do sort of get off on sharing this stuff.

Rosco, I like the idea of cumming as a kind of elimination. Getting rid of the urge by emptying it into a woman.

I've never thought of being peed on because men peeing isn't associated with sex for me.
 
tortoise said:
Ejaculation as exorcism. Elimination of a different kind. Except it's only a partial elimination, a quasi-exorcism, a venting, a valve to purge just a bit of demon seed, to relieve the excess internal infernal pressure. Cleansing is not the aim. Balance is.
hmmm yeah.
 
pants? said:
I've gotten shy about posting jacks. I feel very vulnerable after, because I know more read here then post. If it was just all us pervs, I do sort of get off on sharing this stuff.
I've felt that way, but fuck em. There's probably %1 of humankind that doesn't masturbate and they don't post at Lit.

I've never thought of being peed on because men peeing isn't associated with sex for me.
It should be.
 
MechaBlade said:
I've felt that way, but fuck em. There's probably %1 of humankind that doesn't masturbate and they don't post at Lit.


It should be.
It isn't the jacking. I don't mind saying "I came a few times yesterday". It's the details of what pushes me over the edge.

and peeing 'should be' associated with sex? It either is or it isn't. There is something that does turn me on that is considered much more extreme, so it isn't only a question of degree.


Is that MY harbl you see?
 
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It seems that every time I turn around my jacking hand has been absent-mindedly placed on my crotch. I've started squeezing my semi-flacid cock and it feels nice.

Jacking seems imminent.
 
Marquis said:
It seems that every time I turn around my jacking hand has been absent-mindedly placed on my crotch. I've started squeezing my semi-flacid cock and it feels nice.

Jacking seems imminent.
look at your curls!!!
 
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