Jacking-Off Log

[naughtygirl69s]

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.

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Jesus fuck, get out of my head!

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.

My cunt just throbbed and oozed to this thought, and NOT knowing who this is, made it even more intense, as the names of the sisters bounce around in my head.....

These anonymous posts are hot, even tho I don't normally find myself aroused by female jacks. This particular one, I've actually had.

I heart the yaya's

 

[rosco rathbone]

The trappings are pure romance......

ahahaha, totally metajacking. I'm reading Godel, Escher, Bach again and this reminds me of that to the max, with the nested layers of self referential meaning. One of the characters in that book is even named "TOrtoise". You are the DOuglas Hofstadter of masturbation.

Seems like this anonymous ID notion has produced a bumper crop of stone perversity. A couple of those jacks had me reaching down into my drawers and adjusting things.

I'm out of jack whack lately. Tried this morning and gave up in ennui. Then on the PATH train to Jersey, 6AM, all the club babies were going back home after the night's Halloween party. All girls, dressed as various types of whores. Minnie Mouse whores, Aunt Jemima whores, pirate whores, zombi whores, whore whores. A short, stocky Korean girl with one of those plump, spoilt babyfaces that Asian chicks do so well was sitting across from me dressed as a Playboy Bunny whore, with the ears and all. She had a perfectly matching handbag, short tight skirt and thighhigh boots that clasped her dear, chunky, yellow thighs. I tried to slump over and peep her snatch but it was no go. Tired, out of sorts, unshaven, full of frustration and scrambled orgones on the sleepy morning train. 12 hours out of phase with the whores, if not more. At work, I almost ducked into the porta potty to try and relieve stress, but then the crane driver fired up the diesel and I had to go running.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

[This fantasy has been floating around in my head for the past few days. I haven't actually jacked to it yet, as I was waiting for it to coalesce completely. I will definitely jack to it tonight.]

The trappings are pure romance. Expansive four poster bed, zillion thread count sheets, warm scented candlelight flickering everywhere, rose petals, soft music. She is face down, her head comfortably ensconced on a pillow, a picture of relaxed repose. I start out just drinking her in with my eyes, whispering softly all the while, telling her how beautiful she is, how much I love the silken landscape of her body, telling her what her body is doing to me, showing her what it is doing to me. "Ah, but no touching! Just relax." I then begin slowly, languorously, lightly caressing her skin with just my fingertips. Exploring, not massaging. Caressing every inch of her, my fingers adoring her flesh, feathery strokes, awakening her every nerve ending for what is to come.

"Close your eyes and just feel. Don't do, just feel. Your beautiful body is my canvas tonight, my tabula rasa. Mine. Mine."

So saying, I reach into the nightstand and pull out what looks to be an ordinary inkwell (if an inkwell can be truly called ordinary, in this day and age), along with a small calligraphy brush. I dip the tip of the brush in the well, and slowly, carefully begin to write on the skin of her shoulderblade. She gasps and shivers. She's never felt anything like it, and she opens her mouth to speak, whereupon I immediately smack her ass, a short sharp shock. "No talking. Just feel." She moans, wriggles a bit, and acquiesces.

Body paints are extremely sensual, yes, but this is no ordinary body paint. This is a special (some may even say magical) elixir that was bequeathed to me on one of my trips to Istanbul, a gift from a Sufi mystic that I befriended in a small café near the Spice Bazaar. A single drop on the skin delivers intense pleasure, and that pleasure doesn't fade. It lingers, so that my beloved can feel every single brushstroke, every line, every curve, every letter. Not only when first applied, but as the moving brush writes; and, having writ, moves on. As I carefully spell out I am going to on her shoulder blade, she can feel every word, read every word, without having to remember the sequence of letters.

So. Über-romantic setting, my beloved laid out before me, perfectly relaxed, exquisitly beautiful, and I'm carefully annointing her skin with delicate lines of pleasure, every word of which she can read as clearly as if they were in the pages of a book. Clearly, I am going to write sweet, tender missives to her. Heartbreakingly sublime poetry. Pouring out my heart to her, inscribing intimate love notes on the beautiful landscape of her body. Right?

WRONG! I'm slowly, painstakingly writing my most explicit, rawest, most primal, most feral thoughts on her skin. Pouring my fucklust onto her flesh, one careful brushstroke at a time.

On my beloved's right shoulderblade, I inscribe I am going to use this perfect body as my little fucktoy, until I've had my fill. Much of my pleasure comes from your pleasure, so you will cum, and cum hard, but only when I let you, and as many times as I demand. This body is mine. Mine. Once you have experienced enough pleasure for my satisfaction, I am going to mount you from behind and fuck you hard, using your cunt, filling it, emptying myself in it, giving you all of the fucklust that your pleasure has built up inside me.

On her left shoulderblade, I write I am going to let you suck my cock until you've cum no less than three times, then I will give you your reward. I don't care if it takes you hours to cum three times, that is the only way you will get my seed. If you try to take it before then, I will either pull my cock out and slap your face with it, or shove it deep against your throat, forcing you to stop. After you've cum the third time, I am going to grab your head and fuck your pretty little mouth until I've given you your reward.

I continue on in this fashion, slowly covering every inch of her exposed skin with my explicit fucklust. She can feel every brushtroke like a caress, and every one sends shivers directly to her clit, and she can read every word. The combination of the tender sensual strokes and the raw, primal hunger that they convey soon has her panting, writhing. When I get to the small of her back, her right hand moves, involuntarily heeding the call of her sopping wet cunt. *ass smack* "No touching," I growl. "Just feel. Just read."

Just as I reach her ass, she starts to grind into the bed, desperate for contact on her clit. *smack* "No!" By the time I cover her perfect left ass cheek with my painstaking fucklust and dip the brush in the well to begin on the right, she is trembling, whimpering, teetering on the edge of climax, without any direct stimulation of her cunt or clit at all. I write the following on her full round right cheek:

Lift your ass for me, get up on your knees, I write, then pause. She complies, a low shaky moan escaping her lips. That's it. Show yourself to me. Feel my eyes devouring your glistening pink nectarflesh, your pretty little pussy, MY pretty little pussy. My perfect pink cunt. Mine. All mine. I know you're close, sugar. I can see it. I can feel it. I want you to let it come, let it wash over you. No touching. Just feel. Just read my words, feel the brush, feel my ravenous eyes on you, and let it come. When you do cum for me, I am going to grab your hips, mount you, plunge into you, fill your quivering cunt, over and over, deep searing strokes, ruthless feral pounding, using my pretty little fuckhole, mine, until I empty myself in you completely. All of my love, all of my fucklust, all of my hunger, all of my need, all of my pain, all of my rage, all of me, emptying into you. All for you. All for you, my beautiful...

At this point, she lets out a gasping scream, as her body is wracked with convulsive spasms, every muscle quivering, contracting, pulsating with waves of pure pleasure. I can see the pink flesh of her hole quivering, pulsating, palpitating. Overcome, I grab her hips, hard, and fulfill my promise.

ohhhh myyyy goddddd, im cummmminngggggg

 

[tortoise]

ahahaha, totally metajacking. I'm reading Godel, Escher, Bach again and this reminds me of that to the max, with the nested layers of self referential meaning. One of the characters in that book is even named "TOrtoise". You are the DOuglas Hofstadter of masturbation.

Yes!

Carroll <--> Hofstadter <--> Tortoise <--> TNT <--> my username

So, not only is meta-literature, it's meta-postrock, too. You must also be a fan of Borges, I'll wager? "The Approach to Al-Mutasim" <--> "The Conference of the Birds" (written, of course, by a sufi mystic, almost a contemporary of Khayyam). What about At Swim Two Birds? I fucking love this shit. Meta pushing and popping gets my rocks off.

Seems like this anonymous ID notion has produced a bumper crop of stone perversity. A couple of those jacks had me reaching down into my drawers and adjusting things.

The YaYas are the greatest thing since... EVER. I long to have my sordid way with each and every one of them.

 

[tortoise]

*slaps hands over eyes*

... *muttering*... I will not read this while at work, I will not read this while at work, I will not read this while at work, I will damn well read this later, but I will not read this while at work...

*deep growls*

Tortoise, I bit my lip, I am bleeding...because of those words...

I must lweave...now...and go back to work!!!!!

ohhhh myyyy goddddd, im cummmminngggggg

 

[tortoise]

[...]your cock touches my thigh, asking a question. I arch even more, open even further, answering it. We have barely touched. and now, you are pressing just at the opening of my slit, about to enter me.
[...]

Yes!!

 

[rosco rathbone]

Yes!

Carroll <--> Hofstadter <--> Tortoise <--> TNT <--> my username

So, not only is meta-literature, it's meta-postrock, too. You must also be a fan of Borges, I'll wager? "The Approach to Al-Mutasim" <--> "The Conference of the Birds" (written, of course, by a sufi mystic, almost a contemporary of Khayyam). What about At Swim Two Birds? I fucking love this shit. Meta pushing and popping gets my rocks off.



The YaYas are the greatest thing since... EVER. I long to have my sordid way with each and every one of them.

I always assumed it was just a reference to the pretentious, twee, chicago group of the same name.

I am a Borgesian!

Were you ever in Ollie's "Can You Pass The Turing Test" thread? That thread rocked.

 

[tortoise]

I always assumed it was just a reference to the pretentious, twee, chicago group of the same name.

I am a Borgesian!

Were you ever in Ollie's "Can You Pass The Turing Test" thread? That thread rocked.

Heh. My esteem for that band has plummeted of late, but I fucking love TNT (see? Hofstadter).

Borgesian. *chuckle* "I'm a Joycean!" You fucking rock.

I think I may have contributed a bit to that Turing thread, though I don't remember exactly what. I know I read it, and enjoyed it.

 

[YaYa_Sisterwho]

I want him so fucking bad, and I know I can't have him. He says the most romantic things to me and I feel perverse for thinking of him in a sexual way. I look for him everytime I log in here, and if he's not here, it's not as colorful.

I jacked the other night, thinking of him, mixing the way he is with my preoccupation with rape.

We're on my bed, in the middle of the night, laying close to each other. Our clothes haven't come off yet and he's whispering things to me, in a perfect voice with perfect movements to accompany his statements. He rubs the side of my breast and says, "I want to make you cry," in the smoothest, most wonderful voice I've ever heard in my ear.

He says, "I'm going to rape you while you sleep. While you sleep." He then runs his hand down my neck to my chest.

"You're going to wake up with my cock down your throat, choking you, making you cry," He whispers and lightly bites my shoulder.

"I'm going to push three of my fingers in your pussy while you scream for me to stop."

"I'm going to rape you. You won't be able to get me off, until I spray my cum all over you."

"I'll tie you up while you're asleep and you'll wake up to me shoving my cock in your dry, tight, dirty fucking asshole. You'll wake up screaming."

"I want to rape you. Rape~ You~. >Rape< >You.<" He says, rubbing my thighs and lightly kissing my cheeks.

He whispers these things in a Caramel Voice with a Sweet and Sour Will.

O'd screaming and shaking. I'm sure I'll do it again.

 

[rimmy]

I want him so fucking bad, and I know I can't have him. He says the most romantic things to me and I feel perverse for thinking of him in a sexual way. I look for him everytime I log in here, and if he's not here, it's not as colorful.

I jacked the other night, thinking of him, mixing the way he is with my preoccupation with rape.

We're on my bed, in the middle of the night, laying close to each other. Our clothes haven't come off yet and he's whispering things to me, in a perfect voice with perfect movements to accompany his statements. He rubs the side of my breast and says, "I want to make you cry," in the smoothest, most wonderful voice I've ever heard in my ear.

He says, "I'm going to rape you while you sleep. While you sleep." He then runs his hand down my neck to my chest.

"You're going to wake up with my cock down your throat, choking you, making you cry," He whispers and lightly bites my shoulder.

"I'm going to push three of my fingers in your pussy while you scream for me to stop."

"I'm going to rape you. You won't be able to get me off, until I spray my cum all over you."

"I'll tie you up while you're asleep and you'll wake up to me shoving my cock in your dry, tight, dirty fucking asshole. You'll wake up screaming."

"I want to rape you. Rape~ You~. >Rape< >You.<" He says, rubbing my thighs and lightly kissing my cheeks.

He whispers these things in a Caramel Voice with a Sweet and Sour Will.

O'd screaming and shaking. I'm sure I'll do it again.

Now that's what I'm talking about. Fantastic.

 

[YaYa_Sisterwho]

The Things I Regret

She'd said she wanted to... touch me... and play with me, until I gave it to her... how she told me to give it to her...

I wish I'd responded right then... told her how much... I'd wanted her to say something like that... even though I know nothing would ever happen... I still see her in my head... I still... can taste her tounge wrapping itself around mine... and feel how firm her breasts are against my own... when we finally got to laying close... finally got to the heated point where we needed to be inside each other...

I wish I'd responded right then.

 

[tortoise]

Gotta run for a bit, but I have to say it again: I the YaYa Sisters.

 

[MechaBlade]

I've been thinking about a certain jacktress all day. The casual girl lying around the apartment, available for fucking at my whim, just my pet to stroke while I perform the day's tasks. Not even having the formality of master and slave, as "Master" denotes certain responsibilities to the slave.

I tried to go to bed again without jacking and felt the urge. I put up a half-assed fight before grabbing a tissue.

I needed to find a pic or vid of a guy touching or fingering a woman while doing something else: reading the paper, doing the dishes, whatever. I remembered a little video I have of a man who makes his wife suck and fuck the butler. In the beginning of the scene, the butler merely smokes his cigarette before he sticks it in her pussy and then her ass.

The butler looks around the garden that he's in, casually smoking, ignoring the two people watching him while the hot blonde socialite sucks him and looks into his eyes to gauge his lack of a reaction. Then of course comes the sex part, where he cums in her ass, pulls out, and continues cumming all over her ass and vulva.

I shot so far (while screaming a new O catch phrase) I fear I will discover a dried cum deposit somewhere on the wall later. Seriously, I don't think I got it all.

 

[MechaBlade]

He rubs the side of my breast and says, "I want to make you cry," in the smoothest, most wonderful voice I've ever heard in my ear.

He says, "I'm going to rape you while you sleep. While you sleep."

O Christ, that's marvelous, too.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

I've been thinking about a certain jacktress all day. The casual girl lying around the apartment, available for fucking at my whim, just my pet to stroke while I perform the day's tasks. Not even having the formality of master and slave, as "Master" denotes certain responsibilities to the slave.

I tried to go to bed again without jacking and felt the urge. I put up a half-assed fight before grabbing a tissue.

I needed to find a pic or vid of a guy touching or fingering a woman while doing something else: reading the paper, doing the dishes, whatever. I remembered a little video I have of a man who makes his wife suck and fuck the butler. In the beginning of the scene, the butler merely smokes his cigarette before he sticks it in her pussy and then her ass.

The butler looks around the garden that he's in, casually smoking, ignoring the two people watching him while the hot blonde socialite sucks him and looks into his eyes to gauge his lack of a reaction. Then of course comes the sex part, where he cums in her ass, pulls out, and continues cumming all over her ass and vulva.

I shot so far (while screaming a new O catch phrase) I fear I will discover a dried cum deposit somewhere on the wall later. Seriously, I don't think I got it all.

You think like somebody else I know

 

[rimmy]

O Christ, that's marvelous, too.

Isn't it?

 

[bridgeburner]

I needed to find a pic or vid of a guy touching or fingering a woman while doing something else: reading the paper, doing the dishes, whatever. I remembered a little video I have of a man who makes his wife suck and fuck the butler. In the beginning of the scene, the butler merely smokes his cigarette before he sticks it in her pussy and then her ass.

That nonchalance is hot --- as if she's no more present on his radar that the saucer holding his cup of tea. It's hotter because he's supposedly the servant. That offering up of the Mistress of the House to the butler, valet, stable-master etc. has often been jack fodder for me.

Alas, I awoke on the third morning of no jacking. I've been insufficiently roused to remain awake and finish the jacks I started for the last three nights. I HATE that.

 

[limegreen4500]

locale: In my O so comfy Bed

lube: none

fantasy: None, i just woke up and had that ever so annoying "morning wood" that just doesnt seem to go away, so i put an end to that.

remarks:Took about 5 minutes, and it was more powerful then usual, especially for a morning run at it.i would say it actually made my toes curl and open my mouth a bit

load: 6 out of 10 masturbations up.

 

[YaYa_Sisterwho]

Old standby - treated like an animal. This time, household pet. A quickie. 5/10.

 

[Guest]

Normal Log

 

[KravMaga]

Found a few minutes of privacy, yesterday. I'm feeling more romantic the last few days, craving more than just sex. As I began letting my mind wonder, I gave into it, thinking I'd jill to thoughts of soft caresses and sweet kisses. Didn't work and it's totally all of you guys fault!!!

..........................WOW!!!!!!!!!.....................................................

that is all................like an oak...................................

 

[tortoise]

[...]"Fuck! Oh, god!" My hips take over. His hand starts to withdraw.

I beg. "No! Please!"

He taunts as if he's lost interest in the game. "what?"

"fuck me... oh..." my hips move forward gratefully as his fingers sink back up... "god, yes... fuck me..."

I come.

FUCK!

*mouth agape, heart pounding nostrils flaring, skin flushed, wardrobe uncomfortably snug*

Absolutely delectable, Effin A.

 

[Rambling Rose]

He sets his empty coffee cup in the water in front of me. And with shaking hands I wash it as his footsteps click against the tiles.

The whole story is there in those two sentences. Impressive.

 

[Guest]

 

[naughtygirl69s]

Yesterday after catching up in the thread and reading the yaya posts, and between mech/RR/tortoise, I couldn't fucking take it anymore, despite the fact I was running late, I turned off the computer, grabbed my egg and started humping...

I was all throbby and open and creamy, I could feel my pulse in my pussy, it was achey and needy, GOD I FUCKING NEEDED IT.

I had thoughts of a girl soo horny and her daddy scolds her for being so, but holds her tight on his lap, softly stroking her hair and occasionally whispering in her ear. you little dirty bitch, you got horny again, didn't you?Oh GOD, my orgasm teetering, the fucking nerves in my clit surging, my breath ragged. "yeah, *grunt* yeah *grunt* yeahhhhhh you're making daddy's fuckpole hard, you dirty bitch OH GOD, fuckpole I say it over and over again, ohhh fuck, I cum from the word "fuckpole"

My O was like a freightrain