Jacking-Off Log
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ful ladies in the world.
stirbird
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Rosco, you old pimp! Are you ever going to post jacks in this thread again? Your fanclub is getting impatient. :/
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Last night's jack was more of a trailer that focused on a few pure carnal snippets than a feature film. My jacks of late have been all about the primal fuck, but last night's was exclusively oral in nature, both giving and receiving. I started off letting her suck me as long as she wanted, but with the stern admonition that it was not to be to completion. A loving, devotional, sensual, emotional sucking. Basking in her hunger for my cock, watching her play with her pussy as she worshipped me with her mouth, telling her I want her to cum with her mouth full.
As I got close, the scene shifted, and I focused on the feel of her pink nectarflesh under my ravenous flicking tongue, her juice completely coating my face and beard. My hands grabbing fistfuls of her gorgeous ass, lifting her to my working mouth, growling, devouring. Her hands entwined in my hair, tugging, pulling, grinding, gasping, reaching for her climax, my world shrinking to tongue mouth lips juice cunt clit, my head filled with sounds slurping growling gasping moaning, building towards a shuddering cry. As she came, I exploded. Shaking, quaking, emptying, erupting into perfect white arcs of seed.
As I got close, the scene shifted, and I focused on the feel of her pink nectarflesh under my ravenous flicking tongue, her juice completely coating my face and beard. My hands grabbing fistfuls of her gorgeous ass, lifting her to my working mouth, growling, devouring. Her hands entwined in my hair, tugging, pulling, grinding, gasping, reaching for her climax, my world shrinking to tongue mouth lips juice cunt clit, my head filled with sounds slurping growling gasping moaning, building towards a shuddering cry. As she came, I exploded. Shaking, quaking, emptying, erupting into perfect white arcs of seed.
_Milky_Whites_
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I just took advantage of having the day alone while I could. I brought myself to an incredible orgasm. Just me and my little vibe. Thoughts of a hard, thrusting cock inside me, hands pressing over my clit and his lips on my tits. Mmm....wonderful and much needed.
rosco rathbone
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I've never seen a picture of manseed, but I'd have bet my bottom dollar that he was a beardo.
*taps third eye with a nod and a wink*
I'll be back soon, birdie.
*taps third eye with a nod and a wink*
I'll be back soon, birdie.
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rosco rathbone said:I've never seen a picture of manseed, but I'd have bet my bottom dollar that he was a beardo.
*taps third eye with a nod and a wink*
I'll be back soon, birdie.
Your third eye has remarkable perspicacity, rapscallion. Goatees have been in and out of fashion at least half a dozen times since I started rocking mine, but it's become a fixture on my face at this point. Pan himself would be more likely to go bare chinned than I at this point.
Enjoy your reality sojourn. When you do return in earnest, I believe that we have the matter of rosemary chicken pictures to discuss.
Lurnk
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Seemed like a good place for this.
This is has a recurring fantasy of mine. It works when I have plenty of time to dwell in my own mind.
I'm chained, wrists and ankles, to a waist-high stone slab. Initially, the chains and stone raise goosebumps on my skin as I lie there naked and shivering, but my body heat, fueled by anticipation, the nipple vices, and my seeping wetness, mitigated the chill. The room is lit by candles, but he's the only detail worth noting. He wears a black, long-tailed suit and leather gloves. As he circles me, with light eyes softly lidded in mock disinterest and footsteps that create deliberate, echoing thuds on the stone floor, he strokes a long, thick onyx-black dildo. It is smooth and gleams like metal in the light.
My skin flutters with nervousness and I pant, gazing up at him, wide-eyed. The contrast of my nakedness and his broad-shouldered, clothed body only underscore the powerful aura he emanates. His gaze is piercing and so hypnotic that I don't notice that he's tightened the vices on my nipples until he breaks eye contact to admire the result. I can almost see my crushed buds throb between the shining, silver teeth. But the pulsing vibration coursing through my pussy overwhelms any pain. I bit my lip to restrain the moans. When I look up with newly glazed, lidded eyes, I find him smiling down at me.
He lays the toy on the stone and grips my knees. His hold is firm and intensely warm as he bends my legs and pulls them apart. He looks down at my pussy. My body trembles now as I become deeply aware of the glistening wetness oozing out onto my lips and of the bittersweet hardness of my jutting clit. As much as I want him to be pleased by this blatant display of arousal, I'm strangely ashamed of it, as though he should expect me to be impeccably dry and unresponsive.
But he reassures me: He runs two gloved fingers over my pussy, coating them with juice. He looks up furtively, catching a satisfied glimpse of my heaving chest and pleasure-crinkled face. He opens my lips then and strokes the inside of my pussy. More juice gushes from me as his fingers slide up and down through my slickness. Yet, just as I slide into the pleasure of his fingers, he dips them deep into me. I gasp, but my pussy clasp him immediately and trying its best to keep him. He indulges me for a moment or two, moving his fingers back and forth within the confines of my grip. However, with a slight grunt, he tells me to let go. He slides out slowly, allowing me the luxury of the leather's sensation.
After he pulls his fingers from me, he lifts them to his nose and breathes in with a smile. I shiver at the obvious pleasure he takes in my scent. He reaches those fingers up to my mouth. Instinctively, I open my mouth and hold out my tongue. After sucking his fingers, I lick them, running my tongue lazily over the rough surface of the leather. The leather had the bitter taste of smoke and sweat. Its pungency burnt my nostrils. He takes his fingers from me then and retraces his path along the lips of my pussy.
Before each down stroke, he clasps his fingers together, clamping my clit. I groan and undulate my hips. He holds it until I stop gasping and hold my breath, knowing I'm on the verge of coming. Sometimes, my body arches seemingly to the point of snapping in half and each time I near the crest of the orgasm, I visualize the widening tear of the chain links.
I sputter, sob, and beg him to make me come as he continues to stroke me, but all for nothing, it seems.
I'm conscious of nothing but my pussy now; neither the vices, chains, or stone afflict me. My focus converges on this core-deep ache for satiation. As my clit throbs and pulses, I feel my pussy squeezing and gaping rapidly, as if feeling for something to fill it, to fuck it. I'm weak with this need to come. I'm dying to come. Nonetheless, I'm in his hands and I do not doubt his control over my body.
"Now," he whispers suddenly. His fingers press hard against my clit and circles it swiftly.
I cry out and buck my hips up and sideways. Moaning and panting, I tell him go faster, harder. Like a mad woman I arch, reaching for the crest that had teased me for ages. My eyes blur with a glaze of blindness as I'm finally taken over the edge. But then right at that point, my body explodes and I ascend still higher--I'm suddenly filled as he thrusts the dildo into my until then starved pussy. A rainbow washes over my eyelids.
Lurnk.
This is has a recurring fantasy of mine. It works when I have plenty of time to dwell in my own mind.
I'm chained, wrists and ankles, to a waist-high stone slab. Initially, the chains and stone raise goosebumps on my skin as I lie there naked and shivering, but my body heat, fueled by anticipation, the nipple vices, and my seeping wetness, mitigated the chill. The room is lit by candles, but he's the only detail worth noting. He wears a black, long-tailed suit and leather gloves. As he circles me, with light eyes softly lidded in mock disinterest and footsteps that create deliberate, echoing thuds on the stone floor, he strokes a long, thick onyx-black dildo. It is smooth and gleams like metal in the light.
My skin flutters with nervousness and I pant, gazing up at him, wide-eyed. The contrast of my nakedness and his broad-shouldered, clothed body only underscore the powerful aura he emanates. His gaze is piercing and so hypnotic that I don't notice that he's tightened the vices on my nipples until he breaks eye contact to admire the result. I can almost see my crushed buds throb between the shining, silver teeth. But the pulsing vibration coursing through my pussy overwhelms any pain. I bit my lip to restrain the moans. When I look up with newly glazed, lidded eyes, I find him smiling down at me.
He lays the toy on the stone and grips my knees. His hold is firm and intensely warm as he bends my legs and pulls them apart. He looks down at my pussy. My body trembles now as I become deeply aware of the glistening wetness oozing out onto my lips and of the bittersweet hardness of my jutting clit. As much as I want him to be pleased by this blatant display of arousal, I'm strangely ashamed of it, as though he should expect me to be impeccably dry and unresponsive.
But he reassures me: He runs two gloved fingers over my pussy, coating them with juice. He looks up furtively, catching a satisfied glimpse of my heaving chest and pleasure-crinkled face. He opens my lips then and strokes the inside of my pussy. More juice gushes from me as his fingers slide up and down through my slickness. Yet, just as I slide into the pleasure of his fingers, he dips them deep into me. I gasp, but my pussy clasp him immediately and trying its best to keep him. He indulges me for a moment or two, moving his fingers back and forth within the confines of my grip. However, with a slight grunt, he tells me to let go. He slides out slowly, allowing me the luxury of the leather's sensation.
After he pulls his fingers from me, he lifts them to his nose and breathes in with a smile. I shiver at the obvious pleasure he takes in my scent. He reaches those fingers up to my mouth. Instinctively, I open my mouth and hold out my tongue. After sucking his fingers, I lick them, running my tongue lazily over the rough surface of the leather. The leather had the bitter taste of smoke and sweat. Its pungency burnt my nostrils. He takes his fingers from me then and retraces his path along the lips of my pussy.
Before each down stroke, he clasps his fingers together, clamping my clit. I groan and undulate my hips. He holds it until I stop gasping and hold my breath, knowing I'm on the verge of coming. Sometimes, my body arches seemingly to the point of snapping in half and each time I near the crest of the orgasm, I visualize the widening tear of the chain links.
I sputter, sob, and beg him to make me come as he continues to stroke me, but all for nothing, it seems.
I'm conscious of nothing but my pussy now; neither the vices, chains, or stone afflict me. My focus converges on this core-deep ache for satiation. As my clit throbs and pulses, I feel my pussy squeezing and gaping rapidly, as if feeling for something to fill it, to fuck it. I'm weak with this need to come. I'm dying to come. Nonetheless, I'm in his hands and I do not doubt his control over my body.
"Now," he whispers suddenly. His fingers press hard against my clit and circles it swiftly.
I cry out and buck my hips up and sideways. Moaning and panting, I tell him go faster, harder. Like a mad woman I arch, reaching for the crest that had teased me for ages. My eyes blur with a glaze of blindness as I'm finally taken over the edge. But then right at that point, my body explodes and I ascend still higher--I'm suddenly filled as he thrusts the dildo into my until then starved pussy. A rainbow washes over my eyelids.
Lurnk.
rosco rathbone
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Outstanding. But Did You Jack To It?
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This should be a picture thread._Milky_Whites_ said:
rosco rathbone
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I'm interested in the notion of taking the private slangs worldwide via the internet.manseed said:
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Don't wait too long...
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I concur.tortoise said:
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Don't wait too long...
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I finished the stamp, but have done no stamping...tortoise said:
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