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rimmy said:
As usual, it's the scream of pain/pleasure that gets me off.
Whoa, you've a little more rosco in you than I previously imagined.


YaYa_Sisterwho said:
i imagined being tied to a mast, a spoil, as it were, of pillaging. with leering eyes watching, my clothes were ripped from my body, and the stinging spray of the waves off the side of the boat chilled my skin, making my nipples pebble.

i was mauled, handled, and groped to the encouragement and shouted suggestions of the men gathered around to watch. a rough hand with no finesse fingered me harshly, and then a coarse voice laughed at me because i was aroused and soaking wet. two other men lifted my legs, spreading them wide and holding me aloft, as the man in front of me raped me. i forced myself as i got to this point in the fantasy and my fingers were rougher on my pussy than normal, to imagine the head, first just at the opening of my cunt, and then the searing burn as he drove up into me.

he kept telling the others how wet and tight i was, how my cunt was milking him, how fucking good it felt. then he told me that he wanted to lift me and take my virgin ass, but he couldn't ... the captain would have that privilege.

it was an 8, easy.
Yarr. I wasn't particularly planning on jacking, but all of a sudden The Captain is at attention.

Must resist...
 
locale: outside.

lube: none more than what i make myself.

nOtables: O was particularly harsh this jill. Concentrated in my legs, almost completely, shaking horribly, glad I was sitting. Nipples and breasts were tingling, but most of the O was in my legs.

Fantasy notables: Remembering a phone jill with him, talking about non-consent. I could hear his voice in my ear, whispering that he wanted to rape me over and over again. Not 'I want to rape you over and over again,' but 'I want to rape you. I want to shove my cock down your throat and rape you.'

Particularly violent jill this evening, rubbing my clit furiously, trying to keep myself away from... guilt. I dealt with that later, after the O.

Find it extremely difficult to think of violent scenarios without feeling immediate guilt and destroying my jill.
 
Last night:
I'm a house slut, living with three men. I don't pay rent or do much besides watch some tv, sometimes make the breakfasts. All I have to do to live here is be available most of the time, which suits me, because basically, I'm lazy as fuck.

What gets me off in the jack is the utter casualness of it.

The guys are so used to having me around that they are unselfconscious about when and how they grab me or take me. If someone pulls my shirt up to grab my tits, I'll leave it like that, cause someone is just going to do it again a few minutes later. I'm placid. On Sunday mornings, each of them starts the day by fucking me. One prefers to go first, before the others have made me sticky, but another would rather have me last, so that he can take his time without someone standing in the doorway wondering when he'll be done.

I came spanking my pussy. It's that lazy sunday in the afternoon. As I walk by, someone grabs me by the breast and pulls me to him, lazily mauling me, not sure if he wants to fuck me or not, too lazy to go to his room to do it, fucking me on the sofa in the livingroom. Roommate - "for fuck's sake, put a towel down at least".
 
this is never going to work. some people have a certain literary and sensuous quality, and some people don't. Some people could try to disguise themselves a little, but then it would defeat the purpose of the whole thing. Some sisters need to get busy posting the jacks so that other sisters can blend in.
 
The things that anonymity permit you to admit...

last night... late. i laid in bed with a certain male lister on my mind.

The memories of spending the earlier evening in tense flirting with him playing in my head and electrifying numerous neurons throughout my body. A knock at the door surprised my hands from the wandering they had been about, and I went to answer it; the silly, exciting thought that it would be him making my heart pound.

He stood there, his arms braced widely against the threshold, his head slightly bowed. His eyes met mine from the tilted down angle, and my knees went weak at the dark look of lust in them. He almost seemed mad, as if damning me for the instant chemistry between us (this of course being my damn fantasy, so naturally he's mad that he couldn't resist coming to me...*smile). I couldn't say anything, I just opened the door wider and stepped aside, leaving the choice up to him.

After a moment of contemplating me, he pushed off the door frame, as if suddenly & decisively making up his mind, and stalked through the opening. He pushed the door shut abruptly behind him and stood inches from me - in my space, heating my blood and driving all coherent thought from my head. I love that feeling; the instant rush of anticipation and mind numbing heat, of feeling your heart race so hard it feels as if it's shooting up your throat with every pound, and the twin echo that pulses in your clit as your body melts and prepares itself for invasion. He was mad, I could see it in his face, his chiseled features harsh as he stared down at me. I licked my lips nervously, unsure of how to handle him, and his eyes caught the movement. He growled. His arms came around me to crush me to him and his mouth claimed mine.

Pressed against his hard aroused body, I submitted to my desire for him and shamelessly rocked and dry humped the turgid length of his cock through our clothes, as his tongue fucked my mouth and his hands kneaded and gripped my ass and his demanding growls filled my lungs.

I didn't get any further in the fantasy. I came at that point, but I will be revisiting it later. I get a feeling he's going to be awesome.
 
*heart pounding, reading the new YaYa fantasies*

Absolutely exquisite, every one of them. I can't thank you ladies enough for sharing yourselves like this.

If I was free to jack right now, I would, with a vengeance.
 
YaYa_Sisterwho said:
He stood there, his arms braced widely against the threshold, his head slightly bowed. His eyes met mine from the tilted down angle, and my knees went weak at the dark look of lust in them. He almost seemed mad, as if damning me for the instant chemistry between us (this of course being my damn fantasy, so naturally he's mad that he couldn't resist coming to me...*smile). I couldn't say anything, I just opened the door wider and stepped aside, leaving the choice up to him.
Some Sisters are hellofa romantic! See that's stuff I love in real life. And I prefer real life to wanking. But I don't wank over real-life type sex, unless it's twisted into belonging to him in some kinky, dirty way.

Unless I'm getting off on what someone has told me they want to do to me. Then it can be more passionate/romantic and I'll still get off. The other person's desire always gets me high.

Sister, you make a sister terribly curious, I must say.
 
pre-jack

I haven't done it yet, but I will so soon, and writing this is part of getting ready.

We kiss for a while, nervous and excited, laughing a little, hiding behind the playfulness. I know I want to touch her breasts, but I don't want to seem like I'm rushing. I've seen them in pictures. Her nipples are so hot. Not used to taking the lead this way. Women make me shy.

I do that thing that boys used to do back in high school - that gradually moving closer, stroking her ribcage next to her breast, then groping her. Turns me on so much, the more risk I take, and the more direct I am, so I say it. "I want to play with your tits. Give them to me."
 
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Olivia_Yearns said:
Some Sisters are hellofa romantic! See that's stuff I love in real life. And I prefer real life to wanking. But I don't wank over real-life type sex, unless it's twisted into belonging to him in some kinky, dirty way.

Unless I'm getting off on what someone has told me they want to do to me. Then it can be more passionate/romantic and I'll still get off. The other person's desire always gets me high.

Sister, you make a sister terribly curious, I must say.
Two things about the above fantasy work for me. One, the understated primal anger he is feeling as a result of not wanting to want me. It's the anticipation of how that will manifest itself as the fantasy unwinds, the thought of him being rough with me, of him taking me. I can get into the kinky & dirty too (i.e. a rape fantasy one day, something more realistic the next), but for me, I'm not sure there's anything as arousing as feminine power unleashing male dominance and animalistic lust.

Secondly, it is the fact that it is a particular Lister in the fantasy. And trust me, he has no idea such thoughts are running through my head.
 
I have been jaying 4-5 times a day, feeling compulsive.
Short and fast, mostly thinking of getting stomach fucked. (flat on stomach, legs flat, face to the side or in a pillow, arching the back till my lumbar region hurts.)
Intense, yet no relief.
 
luxey313 said:
I have been jaying 4-5 times a day, feeling compulsive.
Short and fast, mostly thinking of getting stomach fucked. (flat on stomach, legs flat, face to the side or in a pillow, arching the back till my lumbar region hurts.)
Intense, yet no relief.
Give me that thang...
 
YaYa_Sisterwho said:
this is never going to work. some people have a certain literary and sensuous quality, and some people don't. Some people could try to disguise themselves a little, but then it would defeat the purpose of the whole thing. Some sisters need to get busy posting the jacks so that other sisters can blend in.
It'll meld and blend together...showing the multi-faceted woman...different aspects, different moods of arousal and sensuality.

and some sistahs are having trouble deciding which jacks to use...there are so many...
 
luxey313 said:
I have been jaying 4-5 times a day, feeling compulsive.

Is there any way to convert that orgasmic release into electrical energy?

Hmmmm...there's tremendous potential here if we can scale this up big time.
 
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