Jacking-Off Log

[Olivia_Yearns]

You should be issued challenges more often, my dear. Exquisite description!

FnA, just an aside: your av completely hot and completely cute at the same time. You look so sexy and playful. I love it. It's my new fave. For some reason, I feel the need to say "Rock on, babe". If I was a man, I'd be PM'ing you right now.

 

[Guest]

 

[rosco rathbone]

She looks like one of those 1500$ call-girls in that av. [/compliment].

 

[garbage can]

Honestly, I just changed it and I'm not sure which one you're talking about, but I'll assume this one in the mirror.

Thanks sweetie! "Rock on, babe" will now be the title I couldn't think of.

Hey F'nA, I like your new av.... very appealing, sensuous and visually gratifying.......................

 

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[tortoise]

(this typically is a male, in a public place... long fantasy there)

Even better, I enjoyed an encore a short time later, out of the shower.

Breathtaking as always. I too would love to read the long version of the fantasy in question.

[...]The chill was somewhat transferred to my breasts and by the time my hands were warm my tits were a bit chilled and we all know what that does. I rolled over to double-check my alarm and the rasp of the sheet across my nipples sent an urgent message to my libido. I'm beginning to thing I may need to do limbering and stretching excercises before hand from now on. Several times in the last week I've nearly given myself a cramp in foot or calf.

Oh! I love those near-cramp-inducing Os! I get the foot and calf twinges all the time at the spasming point.

I was hot and bothered by all that I had seen here. And being challenged made my fantasy come alive. How would I write about it? What would the minute details be? So, I began….

[...]

Damn, what an experience.

*growling low*

Thank you so much for taking the challenge to heart, and for fulfilling it with such aplomb. That is exactly the sort of detail I was asking for. You are going to be an excellent addition to the JOL.

You should be issued challenges more often, my dear. Exquisite description!

I couldn't agree more. I should issue challenges more often! I am deeply touched (and deeply aroused) that she took it so seriously.

Another delicious av, Effin A. Rock on, indeed!

 

[kissmeonthe69]

thank you....

Oh yes, I took it seriously and have many times. I just never wrote about it.

Thanks for the kind words and the inspiration!

 

[tortoise]

Oh yes, I took it seriously and have many times. I just never wrote about it.

Thanks for the kind words and the inspiration!

Absolutely my pleasure! I look forward to reading many more of your exploits, after that exquisite introduction.

 

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[tortoise]

*speechless*

Good lord, woman. That is absolutely fucking sizzling hot!

 

[Guest]

 

[tortoise]

[...]I’m very restrained vocally by nature ~ not that the words don’t flow and fly in my mind. But they rarely make it past my bit lips. My sense of propriety won’t let that part of me have a voice, something I wish very much to get over. He gives me no choice, drives me so far that my inhibitions melt away and the things I only think normally, I shout for him. Finally, he rips the panties from my crotch and the spray hits me full blast. Then he tells me to come. And I do.

This. This is... So. Damn. Hot. Every detail of it. The shattering of deep-seated inhibitions. Surrendering, opening yourself completely, both vocally and...!!!

Absolutely exquisite. That pushes so many of my buttons, my jaw dropped when I read it (among various other involuntary reactions!).

 

[rosco rathbone]

Lot of pervy peeple popping boners in here. You can barely walk about for slippery jazz on the floor.

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

[]...
Eventually, after using his hands and teasing me with the end of what I assume in my innocent mind on such matters is a riding crop, he ends up with a spray nozzle in his hand, which he directs first to my breasts; aiming at the nipples through the sheer satin and making them peak and ache. The pulse of the water varies, from light to stinging, from steady to throbbing, and he takes his time drenching the whole of my body and massaging each part of me with it until finally he lowers the stream to the now aching flesh between my legs. [...]

Hey love, mind if I borrow a cup of that fantasy? I'm all out. (It's like we were seperated at birth).

 

[CrashVegas]

I might as well ruminate on that fantasy ~ might pay off later tonight for me.

It's a dark public place, dimly lit but for sparse lights that slice though the smoky room to illuminate various forms. Sometimes it's a sex club, sometimes just a regular bar. In the sex club version, I'm on stage. It's a show. I'm raised on a low platform that is slightly sunken ~ concave with a small hidden drain ~ sitting with my back to a pole that my hands are tied to above my head. My legs are splayed, and my ankles restrained at the outside corners of the dais. I'm in skimpy black satin & lace, not nude, but revealing. A man stands over me. He’s touched and aroused me, taunting me to avoid becoming turned on if I can. Of course, I can’t.

Eventually, after using his hands and teasing me with the end of what I assume in my innocent mind on such matters is a riding crop, he ends up with a spray nozzle in his hand, which he directs first to my breasts; aiming at the nipples through the sheer satin and making them peak and ache. The pulse of the water varies, from light to stinging, from steady to throbbing, and he takes his time drenching the whole of my body and massaging each part of me with it until finally he lowers the stream to the now aching flesh between my legs. I attempt to pretend it has no effect on me, but it doesn’t take long for my hips to buck under his administrations.

I suddenly don’t care that there are people watching ~ in fact, am secretly fired by the idea ~ nor do I care that he’s won this game, for I feel the approaching climax and give into the fact that if he wins, I win. I can lift myself to my feet; my hips arched up to met the spray. When I do, and as I begin to buck beneath the onslaught of the pounding stream, he asks if I want the cloth removed, if I want there to be nothing between me and the watery vibrator. I beg, and he makes me beg for a while, pulling the spray away when he senses I’m getting too close to finding release.

I’m very restrained vocally by nature ~ not that the words don’t flow and fly in my mind. But they rarely make it past my bit lips. My sense of propriety won’t let that part of me have a voice, something I wish very much to get over. He gives me no choice, drives me so far that my inhibitions melt away and the things I only think normally, I shout for him. Finally, he rips the panties from my crotch and the spray hits me full blast. Then he tells me to come. And I do.


The bar one is very similar ~ I’m just on the bar top, the bartender with spray in hand.

Edited to add: It never fails.

Have I mentioned I have a lot of bartending experience?

 

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[Olivia_Yearns]

By all means take a sip. *grin*

(we might have been, but there are fantasies in my head that will never see a keyboard!... lol)

Well, even in your fantasy above, there would be some things added. For example, like some of the women here, I like to imagine the conversation the watchers and the sprayer are having during the performance. Wonder if you do that 'split screen' consciousness as well.

 

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[EternalWinter]

I should really start reading this thread.

 

[Hester]

I should really start reading this thread.

you should really start contributing to this thread. every sperm is sacred, you know. you should at least acknowledge their passing.

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

I should really start reading this thread.

You really should start posting in this thread.

 

[EternalWinter]

you should really start contributing to this thread. every sperm is sacred, you know. you should at least acknowledge their passing.

I'm afaid all I have to contribute is my witty commentary, which most people probably wouldn't appreciate if it was made about their posts in here.

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

Yes!...& sometimes he makes me look out, see the people watching. There's a broken sense of running dialogue from him that changes. Dialogue to me, I mean. Asking me questions about what people are thinking, saying, seeing.

It's a weird phenomenon ~ a certain phrase, innocuous as it seems, can at the right time prove to be mind blowing. “They can see your nipples hard as pebbles beneath that satin… they can see your pretty pussy reaching for the water… do you want that man there, the one with his hand in his lap to come up here? Do you want him to pull your bra from your aching breasts and suck your nipples as I get you off?... Do you want him to fuck you, the water striking your clit at the same time?... will your cunt quiver around his cock?”… etc. And then him telling me to ask for it. It can be different phrasing, and sometimes one comment works and sometimes another, to send me over.


Dammit… quit pulling this shit out of my head!! ... lol

Now, I need a shower.

See for me, part of the whole point of having others watch is so that the guy can speak about me without speaking to me. Being talked about, but not with, is objectifyingly hot. Like him handing the sprayer to another guy, and telling him "don't spray it on her clit, or she'll cum. Keep playing it a little off to the side or above, and she how she struggles to make it hit her clit. She's so close now. Don't let her have it yet."

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

I'm afaid all I have to contribute is my witty commentary, which most people probably wouldn't appreciate if it was made about their posts in here.

So you've never actually touched your willie?