Jacking-Off Log

[beetlebum]

check.

 

[bridgeburner]

Christmas sends anti-erotic vibes peoples' way? I rarely jack anyway, BB, so that's my excuse.

Maybe the rest need to go look at Hester's Thread of Holiday Cheer--Enter At Your Own Risk. There's stuff to jack off to there...well sort of.

The holidays only interfere with my jacking if I'm visiting family or such. I'm in the grieving process for my dog right now so I'm not feeling the least bit libidinous, but I'll certainly check out Hester's thread when I'm better.

 

[bridgeburner]

I've been jacking like a fiend, just slacking off on the logging of same. The season doesn't kill my lust; on the contrary, it seems to fuel it. I've been frankly fraught with feral feverish fucklust. I was even moved to a furtive clandestine bathroom jack at work today. It was of necessity a frenetic jack, fast and furious, but the most noteworthy aspect of it was this: I actually had to stop several times and wipe my hand on my thigh, as my copious natural lubrication was creating far too much of a sloppy wet fapping noise for my comfort. I was sure that the whole building could hear it, so I was compelled to remove the excess slippery fluid every few seconds in the interest of stealth. It made for a rather disjointed, staccato jacking experience, but if anything that seemed to add to the eventual explosion, a bit of forced delayed gratification. The O left me literally gasping, trembling and rubberlegged.

Good show, man. You're welcome to my share of the orgone for awhile. I know you'll make good use of it!

 

[tortoise]

The holidays only interfere with my jacking if I'm visiting family or such. I'm in the grieving process for my dog right now so I'm not feeling the least bit libidinous, but I'll certainly check out Hester's thread when I'm better.

My sincerest condolences on your loss, beebs. I know what it's like to lose a beloved dog.

Good girl, Billie.

 

[Hester]

The holidays only interfere with my jacking if I'm visiting family or such. I'm in the grieving process for my dog right now so I'm not feeling the least bit libidinous, but I'll certainly check out Hester's thread when I'm better.

for your pup.

 

[Guest]

 

[bridgeburner]

Thanks, you guys.


On a happier....or at least sillier note I think I done gone and scared kowboy. Or did somebody start playing a banjo while I was out?

 

[spacekowboy]

Thanks, you guys.


On a happier....or at least sillier note I think I done gone and scared kowboy. Or did somebody start playing a banjo while I was out?

Nope not skeered at all . Just not checked back here since the other day.

thank you for the compliment, by the way

 

[bridgeburner]

Nope not skeered at all . Just not checked back here since the other day.

thank you for the compliment, by the way

Quite welcome!

 

[YaYa_Sisterwho]

Fed by your imagination, your desires, & your words, I squirmed and heated moment by moment yesterday. Sitting at my desk, blinded by desire, I was unable to focus on work or anything that needed my attention.

I stepped outside for some air, my mind and body too far gone really to settle. I paced, feeling my inner thighs brush the swollen folds between with each step. I wanted my hand on that flesh, but more than that, I wanted your hand, your body, your cock pressed there, parting and filling me. It was a hopeless endeavor if my goal was to cool off, and I failed miserably.

I headed back inside and straight to the ladies room. Standing against the wall, the vanity mirror in front of me, I gave into the images you had planted in my mind, and that my mind had elaborated on. I dressed casually today, I can do that given the solitary tasks my job entails. A soft baby blue t-shirt over dark navy jogging pants. I snapped them open, peeled the placard wide and my hand sank into my panties to seek the flesh that ached. Slick, hot, and throbbing is how my fingers found me.

I kept reminding myself where I was, that anyone could pass down the hall and hear me if I weren't careful. It was hard to remember. My hips had a mind of their own, my abdomen clenched on a goal all it's own, and my pussy actively pursued it's course against my fingers with no thought to who might hear. It was that "god this feels so fucking good i don't want it to end too soon, but I can't help but race anyway" feeling. Rising to my toes, clenching the backs of my legs and my ass, I watched my knuckles as they moved frantically under the soft cotton of my panties. I literally shook. More, I wanted more... but lacking the driving force of you taking me against the wall, I settled for lowering my pants and panties to my thighs, lifting my shirt above my breasts, and pulling them from my bra to sit obscenely over the cups.

I tilted forward, liking the heavy weight of my breasts as they fell in conical points, between which I could view the flat but soft expanse of my tummy down to my mound, and my hand over it. I pressed my bare ass to the wall, the cool plaster in stark contrast to my heated skin, my pussy opened by the tilt forward and the air strangely capable of caressing me. After circling my clit in tight hard circles in this position for a while, I leaned back again, and lifted once more to my toes, the better to tilt my hips forward. The walls of my cunt closing and clenching together with my thrusts giving me a taste, an unsatisfying but wonderful taste, of what it would feel like to have you inside me.

Offering myself to my fingers, to the mirror, to my gaze... and to you. I've never masturbated that hard in public, not that I can remember. I felt the wall at my back thudding with the shudders rocking my shoulders as I got closer and closer, and I couldn't stop. All the words, your words, flashing through my mind, racing along my bloodstream and firing my nerve endings even more... fuck. Deeper. Harder. Mount me. Fill me. Slam me to the wall. Claim me. Take me. Fuck me.... I clapped my hand over my mouth as it hit and my body jackknifed forward, bowed and bent as the spasms overtook me.

It was unbelievable and hard and one of the longest climaxes I've ever experienced by my own hand.

 

[Batch]

Booyah! Sister YaYa!

Damn, I keep forgetting I need write one of these!

 

[tortoise]

[...]Offering myself to my fingers, to the mirror, to my gaze... and to you. I've never masturbated that hard in public, not that I can remember. I felt the wall at my back thudding with the shudders rocking my shoulders as I got closer and closer, and I couldn't stop. All the words, your words, flashing through my mind, racing along my bloodstream and firing my nerve endings even more... fuck. Deeper. Harder. Mount me. Fill me. Slam me to the wall. Claim me. Take me. Fuck me.... I clapped my hand over my mouth as it hit and my body jackknifed forward, bowed and bent as the spasms overtook me.
[...]

*eyes wide, shaky breathless growl*

I YaYas.

 

[spacekowboy]

Booyah! Sister YaYa!

Damn, I keep forgetting I need write one of these!

Yes, yes you do.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

... Offering myself to my fingers, to the mirror, to my gaze... and to you. I've never masturbated that hard in public, not that I can remember. I felt the wall at my back thudding with the shudders rocking my shoulders as I got closer and closer, and I couldn't stop. All the words, your words, flashing through my mind, racing along my bloodstream and firing my nerve endings even more... fuck. Deeper. Harder. Mount me. Fill me. Slam me to the wall. Claim me. Take me. Fuck me.... I clapped my hand over my mouth as it hit and my body jackknifed forward, bowed and bent as the spasms overtook me....

Holy crap.

I'm feeling a little flushed myself after reading that.

 

[Batch]

Yes, yes you do.

What I meant to say was I need to write another one soon...It has been a while since I wrote...

A YaYa down.

 

[luxey313]

I wanked to the blow job I gave on Friday.
Steady and thorough.
Fucking my mouth and holding me by the back of my neck.
It was fab.

 

[Hester]

i might have to wank to luxey's bj

 

[The_69_Eyes]

I wanked to the blow job I gave on Friday.
Steady and thorough.
Fucking my mouth and holding me by the back of my neck.
It was fab.

can we get pics??

and for me 1-3 times a day. Too much to update on here.

 

[luxey313]

i might have to wank to luxey's bj

Hestie!

I will have to wank to the idea of you wanking to my jol.

It was so great.
He turned over and started to pull some Rocco head moves.
Pushing it down my throat and fucking it.
I called his name as I came....

 

[Hester]

excellent!

i don't think i've ever called out anyone's name as i came.

 

[scrymettet]

excellent!

i don't think i've ever called out anyone's name as i came.

you didn't know it ?

 

[luxey313]

excellent!

i don't think i've ever called out anyone's name as i came.

It makes it more real to me when I wank.
How are you?

 

[Hester]

It makes it more real to me when I wank.
How are you?

i'm doing well. been able to avoid the season hype and xmas music enough to have enjoyed it so far.

got a long-term guest who is finally going home in a few days. i'm looking forward to alone time again.

you?

 

[bridgeburner]

Jack attack. Quick and dirty. The bed was covered with clean laundry and sorted coats and baskets and crap but I just shoved things to the side and angled across the very top corner. Pushed my my shirt and bra and undid my jeans. Got a cramp in my hip flexor and nearly kicked over the floor lamp next to the bed, DID knock my clock off the bedside table. Six minutes, rolling-wave O that peaked at about a 4.5 out of 5. I couldn't keep quiet in the end. Mind-movie was a sidewalk snatch and grab by two men "Hold her steady, I've almost got it in, Oh yeah, I'm in her, that's niiice, so nice. You like that, darlin? Like having my cock up you? Oh, man she's tight. Man, you're gonna love fucking this pussy."

I was ready to go again before I'd even finished doing up my jeans but I have a final in an hour and a half so off I go.

 

[Hester]

anticipatory log.

spent part of the day with a man who a) pushes many, many of my buttons and b) realizes he pushes said buttons (there is usually a large disconnect between a and b), the pushing of which and realization thereof (b), causes c) a specific button in and of itself to be pushed. a sick and vicious cycle.

he did the firm hand on the back of my neck thing in public today and started a hormone cascade. i shall jack to this very event and ensuing imagined events in 3, 2, 1....