Jacking-Off Log

[Hester]

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[spacekowboy]

kowboy,

Did you move to DC??? I thought we agreed that it was only needful for one of us to leave town. ;->

No i'm just running for president. I would appreciate your support, please do not make public our torrid affair though . I'm not above paying hush money, but i thought we shared something.

 

[bridgeburner]

No i'm just running for president. I would appreciate your support, please do not make public our torrid affair though . I'm not above paying hush money, but i thought we shared something.

Hell, you're gonna be president. You don't have to use money to keep a woman's mouth too busy to talk.

 

[Checkers]

I understand.
Link it then?

posting some of the pics now in the pic section

 

[Checkers]

I'm due today, maybe early afternoon.

 

[Hester]

i'm frustrated with my life, i'm frustrated with my sexuality, and the tension all seems to pool in and about my vadge. and i don't want to wank. i'm still at a couple of times a day for the safety of those who have the misfortune of being in my physical presence, but it's not truly satisfying and it annoys the hell out of me.

what i'd really like to do is find some poor schmuck with more erectile tissue than grey matter to take this out on.

 

[Checkers]

i'm frustrated with my life, i'm frustrated with my sexuality, and the tension all seems to pool in and about my vadge. and i don't want to wank. i'm still at a couple of times a day for the safety of those who have the misfortune of being in my physical presence, but it's not truly satisfying and it annoys the hell out of me.

what i'd really like to do is find some poor schmuck with more erectile tissue than grey matter to take this out on.

haha, the stars have alligned

 

[Checkers]

sweet! add this thread to my thread killer list.

quick, someone come in here and change the subject.

 

[Ginny]

i have recently gone back to my early masturbatory roots...and begun use the force of water on my clit again to get off....i've found switching my oh so many years long routine of using my finger or a vibe on my clit back to the water has made it seem almost new again....very intense orgasms...

this morning as i started my daily bubble bath....i slipped into the hot water....without really thinking "oh i'm horny"....then my eyes caught the water shaft filling the tub....and my clit sprung to life....i laid back....and scooted down toward it....my thighs splayed.....such a rush when the column of water hit my slit....i let it just pound against my hole for awhile....feeling fucked by it....my clit tingling from the splatter....as i got more and more turned on....i reached forward and pushed my thumb up against the faucet....directly a hard stream against my clit....alternating the pressure and temperature at times....teasing it....mind darting a zillion places....until i held my thumb still....jet spraying steadily.....holding my breath....letting it get there....mmmmm fuckkkk....such a hard, longgg orgasm.....legs weak....as i pushed myself back....moaning happily to myself....satiated for the moment....

 

[tortoise]

Absolutely delicious images, sweet girl.

I like the idea of exploring masturbatory roots. My first forays into jacking were often quite different than my current methods. For some reason, I often would jack on all fours (er, well, threes, since one hand was busy). Or, sometimes, I would jack kneeling on the floor of my bedroom, supporting my upper body on the bed. I think I was really into the idea of taking a woman from behind (heh, the more things change, the more they stay the same), so I got off on the actual feeling of fucking, hips pumping, driving into my fist. I haven't done that in a long time (although my shower jacks usually involve the same mental images). Maybe I should revisit my roots, too.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Maybe I should revisit my roots, too.

roots rock ... reggae

"... makin' the scene with a magazine..."

Well, not a magazine, really, since I haven't bought a stroke-book in years, since the Glorious Revolution (a.k.a. internet porn).

But I, too, seem to be revisiting my 'roots' in the sense of finding myself stroking more with the aid of visual stimuli than has been my custom of late.

 

[tortoise]

roots rock ... reggae

"... makin' the scene with a magazine..."

Well, not a magazine, really, since I haven't bought a stroke-book in years, since the Glorious Revolution (a.k.a. internet porn).

But I, too, seem to be revisiting my 'roots' in the sense of finding myself stroking more with the aid of visual stimuli than has been my custom of late.

I hear you, my fiend.

I often use beautiful visual stimuli as a point of departure, a launching pad for fantasy. I start out staring intently as I jack, but before long my eyes are closed, and I'm carried away on the torrent of my torrid mental images.

Vive la Revolucion!

 

[Checkers]

i have recently gone back to my early masturbatory roots...and begun use the force of water on my clit again to get off....i've found switching my oh so many years long routine of using my finger or a vibe on my clit back to the water has made it seem almost new again....very intense orgasms...

this morning as i started my daily bubble bath....i slipped into the hot water....without really thinking "oh i'm horny"....then my eyes caught the water shaft filling the tub....and my clit sprung to life....i laid back....and scooted down toward it....my thighs splayed.....such a rush when the column of water hit my slit....i let it just pound against my hole for awhile....feeling fucked by it....my clit tingling from the splatter....as i got more and more turned on....i reached forward and pushed my thumb up against the faucet....directly a hard stream against my clit....alternating the pressure and temperature at times....teasing it....mind darting a zillion places....until i held my thumb still....jet spraying steadily.....holding my breath....letting it get there....mmmmm fuckkkk....such a hard, longgg orgasm.....legs weak....as i pushed myself back....moaning happily to myself....satiated for the moment....

Nice Ginny, makes me think of jacuzzi jets I've played with before.

I can tell I'm going to work myself up today. Slowly browsing some images now for fantasy ideas.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Maybe I should revisit my roots, too.

My root style was straddling a pillow and humping it. (I've written about it before in here.) I'm quite sure that I imprinted on that jack style because my default sex position is female face down, legs together, flat on stomach, hips cocked up, me straddling ass from behind supporting myself on my knees and shins. Sort of "doggy position for a high-gravity planet".

Very worrisome jacks these last two days. Although the mental will was there, the body was not willing at all. Bone barely hard, long hard row to hoe to the o, and weak convulsions, a damp squib 3 x consecutive.

 

[DéjàNu]

everything started while I was working...

so far the day has been productive, my mind was fixed on think to do but at the same time images, of sexual nature, were intruding my head "work" space. Odd. The more I put them aside, more new ones were taking the places. Consequently, I couldn't work anymore, I had to take care of this or suffer the rest of the day...... I was far from knowing that anyway I would suffer the rest of the day *sigh*

working at home has great advantage, like taking any kind of break at any kind of time and of any kind of nature. I knew right away what kind of break this one would be, on a scale of horniness I was 10/10.

Tools. I needed tools.... and lub. I got my stash of toys and look at them.... mmmm... well I selected 2, removed my pant and panties, lay on my bed and start playing with my vibrator. Damn, so hot. I was already soaking from my "images" so no need of lub. There is time that you know that you wont have to rub, circle, caress a long time before exploding... you need to be careful to chose the right time to take off. But when thing are this easy you need more "inputs" to make it even more "huge". I get up of my bed and go get a towel...... yeah am not a messy girl. As I lay the towel on my bed, I open up the lub bottle and get a good quantity of it on my fingers, the first and the middle ones, I take them and lub my asshole, caressing all of my labia at the same time... 10/10, yeah!

I get back to my towel, now I was greasy everywhere, time to get messy! I take my second toy, a vibrating egg, and start rubbing all my part with it, so smooth and gentle... delicately I push it inside my ass. Yes, YOU THERE that read this, you know how much this is fun! I take back my previous vib and touch lighty my clitoris... woaaa my excitation was getting higher and higher, I needed to be careful not to take off too fast. I let it penetrate me while at the same time my fingers were rubbing my clit, feeling once again my orgasm getting so close. STOP. whew, I wanted to build that one huge! In an out, rubbing, slapping, eggs vibrating.... damn I was so close to cum but didn't want to, yet!

Dont mess that Nu, go slow, remove your fingers...... TOO LATE I should have continue rubbing, not moving my fingers away. Orgasm aborted. I destroyed a nice build up. What a shame.

Feeling frustrated and not feeling like to rebuild my orgasm I chose to go get a shower and play with my massager handle, I was sure to get off right away without any work required. Once again I was deprived of that, I fucking disbelieved it, my shower massager is broken, no massager settings anymore!!!!!

I WANT A REFOUND!

 

[Killswitch]

Damn Deja....we all need towels now.

Whew.....



Thank you for sharing.

wow.

 

[Jennifer Kaye]

I've barely touched myself, today.

 

[MechaBlade]

I've barely touched myself, today.

We've got to do something about that.

 

[Jennifer Kaye]

We've got to do something about that.

Yes, y'all do.

 

[Killswitch]

Damn.....Deja did me in.

I have to relieve myself right this very moment.

whew......

 

[Marquis]

My root style was straddling a pillow and humping it. (I've written about it before in here.) I'm quite sure that I imprinted on that jack style because my default sex position is female face down, legs together, flat on stomach, hips cocked up, me straddling ass from behind supporting myself on my knees and shins. Sort of "doggy position for a high-gravity planet".

Very worrisome jacks these last two days. Although the mental will was there, the body was not willing at all. Bone barely hard, long hard row to hoe to the o, and weak convulsions, a damp squib 3 x consecutive.

That position is known in the Kama Sutra as "The Dragon" and it is the gold standard in my home as well. I like it because it seems to reduce the wicked female to as little activity and influence as possible. While performing The Dragon, the receiving party is really little more than a hole surrounded by pleasing warm flesh, ideal for auto-erotic individuals like ourselves.

Our jacks seem to be directly off-synch. My cock has been particularly enthusiastic recently. It seems I can barely scratch my nuts without meeting a thick, veiny shaft and a trojan helmet of a head along the way. Sometimes I give it a squeeze, to judge cockular density. If my penile tumescence exceeds a certain PSI, an emergency jack must be executed, by law.

 

[Hester]

. If my penile tumescence exceeds a certain PSI, an emergency jack must be executed, by law.

lol@m

i need a man with runflat tires!

 

[tortoise]

lol@m

i need a man with runflat tires!

Heh. Permatumescence.

Speaking of. I was fucking horny last night, but I was also sleepy as hell. The usual "sleep vs. jack" debate ensued. Sleep won, in a photo finish. My cock acquiesced rather meekly and quietly. All too meekly, in fact. I should have suspected that it had nefarious aims, but I blithely accepted its surrender as genuine and drifted off to sleep. I slumbered soundly for, I don't know, a good hour or two at least, before my cock sprang to life with a maniacal roar, a barbaric yawp, a pulsating throb of certain, inevitable VICTORY. Hard as a bar of iron, and willing to brook no compromise. There was no way I could hope to withstand such a diabolical and ferocious sneak attack without jacking, but I attempted to establish some measure of control over my cock by taking it slow at first. My cock knew that it had won, but I still had the ability to set the terms of the surrender, at least at first.

My first wet strokes were omnidirectional. I would start each stroke by wrapping my thumb around the top of my jutting cock and caressing my loose ballsack with the fingers of the same hand, then commence a slow, steady upwards stroke. At the top of the stroke, instead of descending, I would release and move my hand back to the base, where I would repeat the procedure. Slow, steady, light upward strokes. As this portion of my jack unfolded, my mind was filled of visions of being splayed on the bed, her wet tongue and mouth administering to my cock and balls, a slow, unhurried worshipping, an unbearably sensual tonguebath. I could feel her mouth moaning against me, her hunger matching my own, but she was relishing the feeling of drawing out my pleasure, orally savoring my cock.

After a while, the intensity of these visions and this slow caress proved to much to bear, at which time my cock asserted total control of the situation, both the visions and the jack. My mind was filled with images of her ass jutting high, begging to be taken hard from behind. Gripping her hips hard, slamming deep into her. Hard, deep, wet plunge, awakening the animal in me. Mounting. Rutting. Thrusting. Pounding. Growling. Hands clutching, pulling her back onto my cock, using her. My fist was the tight velvet vice of her wet pussy, and I was fucking it like my life depended on it. Depended on me emptying myself in her, all of me, surrendering by taking, claiming, using. Muscles clenching with the force of it, the strength of my need, unable to stop, impossible to stem the flow of raw fucklust. I could see her ass shaking with the force of my thrust, feel her muscles bracing to withstand the impact, welcoming the impact, as hungry for my release as I was. The explosion, when it came, made me growl out loud, a primal roar welling from deep inside as my seed erupted from my cock, a sputtering geyser of pure heat, pure lust, pure need, pure essence, shaking with the force of it.

After, I lay there for a bit, in complete awe, body quivering with the aftermath of raw power. I then rolled on my side, feeling her body pressed against me, my cock nestled against her ass, my hand pressing warmly against her belly, and I drifted back to sleep, peace restored at last.

 

[tortoise]

(...for now...)

 

[Batch]

...

After a while, the intensity of these visions and this slow caress proved to much to bear, at which time my cock asserted total control of the situation, both the visions and the jack. My mind was filled with images of her ass jutting high, begging to be taken hard from behind. Gripping her hips hard, slamming deep into her. Hard, deep, wet plunge, awakening the animal in me. Mounting. Rutting. Thrusting. Pounding. Growling. Hands clutching, pulling her back onto my cock, using her. My fist was the tight velvet vice of her wet pussy, and I was fucking it like my life depended on it. Depended on me emptying myself in her, all of me, surrendering by taking, claiming, using. Muscles clenching with the force of it, the strength of my need, unable to stop, impossible to stem the flow of raw fucklust. I could see her ass shaking with the force of my thrust, feel her muscles bracing to withstand the impact, welcoming the impact, as hungry for my release as I was. The explosion, when it came, made me growl out loud, a primal roar welling from deep inside as my seed erupted from my cock, a sputtering geyser of pure heat, pure lust, pure need, pure essence, shaking with the force of it.
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now I can't even work...

thank you

*lopsided grin*