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ForeverNAlways said:
Heh. I'm not entirely certain the second one is even a word, but it sounded better than lasciviousness to my ears.
Hester said:
Totally! Sick but sweet. Makes me smile, because I
you both.I'm going to start injecting hesturbate and JOL into my offline conversations. It'll spread like wildfire, I tell you!
Olivia_Yearns
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happy to make you happy!
naughtygirl69s
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Unfortunately, I've had no time for the JOL 
Yet, Fortunately, I've been getting some dick on a regular basis
Because of time restraints I had to masturbate while my bf was in the shower the other day. He teased me into a frothy, sloppy, horny mess, and I just couldn't wait. I turned over and started humping my egg and had a very deep and satisfying orgasm. I then went into the bathroom to tell him all about it, while he finished showering
Yet, Fortunately, I've been getting some dick on a regular basis
Because of time restraints I had to masturbate while my bf was in the shower the other day. He teased me into a frothy, sloppy, horny mess, and I just couldn't wait. I turned over and started humping my egg and had a very deep and satisfying orgasm. I then went into the bathroom to tell him all about it, while he finished showering
stirbird
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I had a very pleasurable time this morning thinking about physical humiliation.
As is often the case these days, I was sitting at the computer. My desire was awakened by a random image. I happened across a demure Icart image of can-can dancers. In this image the dancers are wearing frilly tap pants (tight bloomers) but in France a side purpose of can-can dancing was the fact that in some notorious nightclubs the women wore nothing under their dresses (there's a place in France where the ladies wear no pants).
I imagined myself as "that sort" of can-can dancer, circa late 1800s or early 1900s, in a Paris nightclub, in a chorus line of similar women. Unlike the other women, however, with thier full, hairy, bushes, I have completely shaved pubes (no big deal in this day and age, but I imagine it would be pretty scandalous and eye-catching back then, because every little detail of my genitals would show rather than being modestly covered by hair). The halls would be packed with eager lecherous men coming to see "The Bald Wonder." (I would have a bald head, as well, and the image on the club's advertising bills would focus on this--with some flowery wink-wink, nudge-nudge language.)
The excitment for me of this fantasy comes in how shy I am about exposing my body in real life. Imaging how shameful for me it would be to hold my leg to the ceiling and flash my shaved cunt to hundreds of eagar, aroused male eyes, as they whistle and cat-call holds a huge charge for me. I imagine them seeing my deep shame, and enjoying that as well, as it's such a refreshing change from the jaded exhibitionists dancing with me. If I had continued this fantasy it probably would have ended in the MC auctioning me off to the highest bidder for the night in a hotel room above the dancehall.
The can-can fantasy wasn't erotic enough for me as I do not know enough about that time period to imagine the male reactions vividly enough, so I turned to my standard "humilation at the beach" fantasy.
(I need to add that I think another reason the can-can idea didn't work for me was because my spoiled-child cat was howling the entire time to go outside. If I do anything habitally with him, such as let him go out in the morning, he comes to see that as his right and is outraged when he doesn't get his way. I was much the same with my master (blush) so I know where he picked up the habit from (blush). His howls were getting louder and more insistent as time went on, so I ended up putting him in "kitty jail"--the bathroom--so i could continue arousing myself in peace.)
I've had variations this fantasy for years, which involves being forcibly paraded around a public beach in something much more scandalous than what other women are wearing, but in the last five-ten years, the style trends in women's swimwear have challenged my creative abilities significantly! But somehow, I always manage. In this iteration of the fantasy, I'm at a contemporary and averagely conservative American beach. There are plenty of thongs of course, and a few Wicked Weasel styles (but none of their extreme designs from a few years ago).
Oh, before starting this fantasy, I wanted some visual aids so I googled "tiniest bikini" and quickly zeroed in on this page:
http://www.the-bikini.com/galleries-peekaboo/
My top in my fantasy was second row, far right. Bottoms were either third row far right or third row far left. (I think I settled on far right.) Both pale pink against my olive skin. I imagined two large heavy gold rings, one in each labia, and two five-inch chains on the end of each ring which linked to a third, leash-length chain. The end of that chain is held by my male partner. Sometimes he tugs on it so that my labia are lewdly distended. We walk slowly down the beach at the surf line, and again, the men, especially the young ones, are staring, smirking, following us down the beach like a pack of dogs.
Speaking of dogs, the back of my bottoms has a huge V cutout (consistent with the tit style in the pictures, just reversed) that ends well below the top of my crack. I have had a very elaborate buttplug-dido inserted to the hilt in my anus and it is locked in place with a waist strap with a gold lock at my belly button. Its vibrator is growling noisily and it's one of those where the shaft twists round and round as it vibrates. The end of the buttplug that is visible is quite interesting: it's a dog's head, slavering and drooling, with a grinning expression of lust on it. It moves a little too, in a circular motion in response to the shaft. I am deeply mortified by all of this.
A group of teens stops my master and compliments him on the slut he has on a chain and he proudly starts describing my phycial talents to them. He invites them to fondle me, and then do with gusto, the holes in this bikini making that easy. They snap pictures of each other doing this, and I realize these will be all over the Internet in no time. One grab's the dog's head and wiggles the butt plug around. My partner sees this and makes me take out of my beach bag a duplicate of the plug up my ass and pass it around. He has a wonderful time telling the guys how much I screamed when he inserted it. It's about 12 inches long, has a pointed tip like a dog's cock, and two thirds down the shaft is a large bulbous veined knot. He turns it on so the boys can see the writhing circular motions it's making deep inside my bottom, and I cover my face in shame... and cum.
As is often the case these days, I was sitting at the computer. My desire was awakened by a random image. I happened across a demure Icart image of can-can dancers. In this image the dancers are wearing frilly tap pants (tight bloomers) but in France a side purpose of can-can dancing was the fact that in some notorious nightclubs the women wore nothing under their dresses (there's a place in France where the ladies wear no pants).
I imagined myself as "that sort" of can-can dancer, circa late 1800s or early 1900s, in a Paris nightclub, in a chorus line of similar women. Unlike the other women, however, with thier full, hairy, bushes, I have completely shaved pubes (no big deal in this day and age, but I imagine it would be pretty scandalous and eye-catching back then, because every little detail of my genitals would show rather than being modestly covered by hair). The halls would be packed with eager lecherous men coming to see "The Bald Wonder." (I would have a bald head, as well, and the image on the club's advertising bills would focus on this--with some flowery wink-wink, nudge-nudge language.)
The excitment for me of this fantasy comes in how shy I am about exposing my body in real life. Imaging how shameful for me it would be to hold my leg to the ceiling and flash my shaved cunt to hundreds of eagar, aroused male eyes, as they whistle and cat-call holds a huge charge for me. I imagine them seeing my deep shame, and enjoying that as well, as it's such a refreshing change from the jaded exhibitionists dancing with me. If I had continued this fantasy it probably would have ended in the MC auctioning me off to the highest bidder for the night in a hotel room above the dancehall.
The can-can fantasy wasn't erotic enough for me as I do not know enough about that time period to imagine the male reactions vividly enough, so I turned to my standard "humilation at the beach" fantasy.
(I need to add that I think another reason the can-can idea didn't work for me was because my spoiled-child cat was howling the entire time to go outside. If I do anything habitally with him, such as let him go out in the morning, he comes to see that as his right and is outraged when he doesn't get his way. I was much the same with my master (blush) so I know where he picked up the habit from (blush). His howls were getting louder and more insistent as time went on, so I ended up putting him in "kitty jail"--the bathroom--so i could continue arousing myself in peace.)
I've had variations this fantasy for years, which involves being forcibly paraded around a public beach in something much more scandalous than what other women are wearing, but in the last five-ten years, the style trends in women's swimwear have challenged my creative abilities significantly! But somehow, I always manage.
In this iteration of the fantasy, I'm at a contemporary and averagely conservative American beach. There are plenty of thongs of course, and a few Wicked Weasel styles (but none of their extreme designs from a few years ago).Oh, before starting this fantasy, I wanted some visual aids so I googled "tiniest bikini" and quickly zeroed in on this page:
http://www.the-bikini.com/galleries-peekaboo/
My top in my fantasy was second row, far right. Bottoms were either third row far right or third row far left. (I think I settled on far right.) Both pale pink against my olive skin. I imagined two large heavy gold rings, one in each labia, and two five-inch chains on the end of each ring which linked to a third, leash-length chain. The end of that chain is held by my male partner. Sometimes he tugs on it so that my labia are lewdly distended. We walk slowly down the beach at the surf line, and again, the men, especially the young ones, are staring, smirking, following us down the beach like a pack of dogs.
Speaking of dogs, the back of my bottoms has a huge V cutout (consistent with the tit style in the pictures, just reversed) that ends well below the top of my crack. I have had a very elaborate buttplug-dido inserted to the hilt in my anus and it is locked in place with a waist strap with a gold lock at my belly button. Its vibrator is growling noisily and it's one of those where the shaft twists round and round as it vibrates. The end of the buttplug that is visible is quite interesting: it's a dog's head, slavering and drooling, with a grinning expression of lust on it. It moves a little too, in a circular motion in response to the shaft. I am deeply mortified by all of this.
A group of teens stops my master and compliments him on the slut he has on a chain and he proudly starts describing my phycial talents to them. He invites them to fondle me, and then do with gusto, the holes in this bikini making that easy. They snap pictures of each other doing this, and I realize these will be all over the Internet in no time. One grab's the dog's head and wiggles the butt plug around. My partner sees this and makes me take out of my beach bag a duplicate of the plug up my ass and pass it around. He has a wonderful time telling the guys how much I screamed when he inserted it. It's about 12 inches long, has a pointed tip like a dog's cock, and two thirds down the shaft is a large bulbous veined knot. He turns it on so the boys can see the writhing circular motions it's making deep inside my bottom, and I cover my face in shame... and cum.
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bridgeburner
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You've heard the saying of your eyes being bigger than your stomach? Well, apparently my eyes are bigger than my cunt. I finally replaced the Love Gun yesterday and whether from disuse or shrinkage or god-knows what I managed to come home with more dick than I can handle.
It's not huge. I swear. I've been with larger men than the one currently residing in my bedside drawer. It's only slightly larger than what we're told is average. It's 7 inches rather than 6, but I never manage to use the whole length anyway. My thumb meets my forefinger around it without strain so it seems to me that it's about the size of most of the penises I've met with a couple of exceptions on either end of the spectrum. And yet, it took some time and doing to get it in and even once it WAS in it was a rather uncomfortable stretch and I really couldn't move, you know? It was like I'd pinned myself to the bed with the damn thing.
And then after all the struggle I started to notice that I was very turned on even though I hadn't really been fantasizing but mostly just trying to get this thing in me and even though it sort of hurt it also felt amazing. And then my fantasy burst forth and all I could see in my mind's eye was the splayed legs of some whimpering female with a Monstrous Huge Cock shoved up her so tight and full she can't move.
I came my brains out. Hell, I was afraid I was spasming so hard I was going to shoot the New Boyfriend across the room. I'm usually at least as much interested in my nipples as I am my clit but it was like my cunt took over the whole world at that point.
Clearly it had been far too long since I'd flirted with penetration. Hell, I might never fuck an actual man again if it weren't for the kissing and wrestling.
It's not huge. I swear. I've been with larger men than the one currently residing in my bedside drawer. It's only slightly larger than what we're told is average. It's 7 inches rather than 6, but I never manage to use the whole length anyway. My thumb meets my forefinger around it without strain so it seems to me that it's about the size of most of the penises I've met with a couple of exceptions on either end of the spectrum. And yet, it took some time and doing to get it in and even once it WAS in it was a rather uncomfortable stretch and I really couldn't move, you know? It was like I'd pinned myself to the bed with the damn thing.
And then after all the struggle I started to notice that I was very turned on even though I hadn't really been fantasizing but mostly just trying to get this thing in me and even though it sort of hurt it also felt amazing. And then my fantasy burst forth and all I could see in my mind's eye was the splayed legs of some whimpering female with a Monstrous Huge Cock shoved up her so tight and full she can't move.
I came my brains out. Hell, I was afraid I was spasming so hard I was going to shoot the New Boyfriend across the room. I'm usually at least as much interested in my nipples as I am my clit but it was like my cunt took over the whole world at that point.
Clearly it had been far too long since I'd flirted with penetration. Hell, I might never fuck an actual man again if it weren't for the kissing and wrestling.
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ForeverNAlways said:Here in a moment when I can stop laughing, I'm going to make it past that first paragraph!!
ETA: And the second... and the third!
You gave me a stomach cramp... and not the kind I'm used to from the JOL logs.
Heh. She is hilarious, isn't she?
But it's a damn hot log, too. I love the internal struggle. *growl*
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rosco rathbone
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naughtygirl69s said:Unfortunately, I've had no time for the JOL
Yet, Fortunately, I've been getting some dick on a regular basis
Because of time restraints I had to masturbate while my bf was in the shower the other day. He teased me into a frothy, sloppy, horny mess, and I just couldn't wait. I turned over and started humping my egg and had a very deep and satisfying orgasm. I then went into the bathroom to tell him all about it, while he finished showering
...and here comes nawtee, bearing glad tidings to the land of masturbation.
luxey313
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earlier jack.
tied up, dildos in all t2 holes, a penis-tipped pacifier plugged in my mouth as I was being a big baby, and put into the closet to think long and hard for what I did.
whimpering and crying, as it is pleasure and pain, he reads in the living room, runs errands, and ignores me till he is ready.
tied up, dildos in all t2 holes, a penis-tipped pacifier plugged in my mouth as I was being a big baby, and put into the closet to think long and hard for what I did.
whimpering and crying, as it is pleasure and pain, he reads in the living room, runs errands, and ignores me till he is ready.
bridgeburner
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I'm so glad other people find it humorous, I've been giggling about it all day!
Hell, I was giggling when I bought the thing although I felt greatly contrite later since there were a couple of guys in the store where I went to get it. It must just bug the shit out of them when women show up. We're chatty and make all kind of comments about the stock and then my friend and I got interested in the NPR story that was playing in the background and I know all these things are against the rules. You're supposed to act as if there's no one else in the joint. You aren't supposed to talk or laugh or even look at anyone. You can browse but you must absolutely ignore the presence of others in the store and god forbid you should bring a chatty companion with you.
The sales clerk was great, though. Never batted an eye when he opened up the case on my friend's purchase to make sure the batteries worked. --- She goes in for the space-age, dancing, singing, omlette-making vibrators. They do the grindy-hula about an inch or so down from the head and this one had a long bendy-arm with a clit stimulator on it rather than the shorter anteater looking thingy.
I can't do the vibraty ones because they numb me out almost immediately and the noise distracts me. Just give me a big ol' rubber dong and I'm perfectly content.
Hell, I was giggling when I bought the thing although I felt greatly contrite later since there were a couple of guys in the store where I went to get it. It must just bug the shit out of them when women show up. We're chatty and make all kind of comments about the stock and then my friend and I got interested in the NPR story that was playing in the background and I know all these things are against the rules. You're supposed to act as if there's no one else in the joint. You aren't supposed to talk or laugh or even look at anyone. You can browse but you must absolutely ignore the presence of others in the store and god forbid you should bring a chatty companion with you.
The sales clerk was great, though. Never batted an eye when he opened up the case on my friend's purchase to make sure the batteries worked. --- She goes in for the space-age, dancing, singing, omlette-making vibrators. They do the grindy-hula about an inch or so down from the head and this one had a long bendy-arm with a clit stimulator on it rather than the shorter anteater looking thingy.
I can't do the vibraty ones because they numb me out almost immediately and the noise distracts me. Just give me a big ol' rubber dong and I'm perfectly content.
rosco rathbone
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Batchoohus said:
That's how you end up as the subject of a conference call between some eminent gynecological surgeons.
I got off a pretty good one this morning thinking about no sex. That's where with every hump, you let out a grunt of pleasure that says "I am enjoying this, and your unhappiness, so much" and she lets out a shreek of "no!". So it looks kind of like this: "Uhn!/NO!...Uhn!/NO!..Uhn!/NO!". Getting faster and faster in tempo until you dose her with the traveling salesmen of your gamete line while looking right into her pupils and seeing nothing there, an eye is just a material structure made of complex proteins.
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That's sick and disgusting.luxey313 said:
I think I'm in love.
Olivia_Yearns
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Damn. I haven't done it since I got the kittens last saturday. A whole week. Now I have to. And I don't think I'll last long.rosco rathbone said:
Olivia_Yearns
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I had a rubbery toy, but I'm tight. I get like this when I'm not having sex. I didn't even have enough time to work the thing into my pussy, and I was already starting to orgasm.
I know what I want.
I know what I want.
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