bridgeburner
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rub, rub, rub, sneeze.......time to clean the kitchen.
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bridgeburner said:rub, rub, rub, sneeze.......time to clean the kitchen.
luxey313 said:He wakes me up with light slaps to my ass, as I curled fetal position away from him.
I roll over, my t-shirt twisted, struggling to get it out from under me.
Frustrated by my slow-sleepy manuvering, he slaps my face to wake me up.
I see his cock hard, posted in his hand.
Needing release before his early shift.
Curl back fetal, throating him, giving it my best dawn effort.
Lips still swollen from being asleep.
Feeling him release from my obedience and care.
Cumming down my throat, relaxed, like that middle of the night drink of water.
I go back to sleep as I hear the door lock.
tortoise said:I've been jacking like a man possessed, but I've been shirking my logging. Disgraceful negligence on my part. Here's an act of contrition, a shot at redemption.
Cubicle in a bustling shared office space. People milling. Standing over your shoulder. Pretending to look at your computer screen. But I'm not. I'm staring at your exposed wet nectarflesh. Exposed for me. Skirt pulled up for me. Thighs spread for me. Wet for me. Open for me. Mine. Breathing you in as I stand there, eyes devouring you. Mesmerized. Completely unable to look away. The sweet torture of being so close, but unable to touch. Take. Possess. Every breath comes faster than the one before, every beat of our hearts. Faster. Hotter. Wetter. Harder. Seeing your head turn just slightly, feeling your eyes caress the bulge of my cock. So hard for you. All for you. Flexing it for you, making it jump. Just once. You stifle an unbidden gasp, part your legs just a bit more. Reflex. Reaction. Involuntary. Impossible to control. My breath catches, stifled gasp of my own. The heady aroma of you. My wet pussy. I have to have it, but I can't. Want it. Want. Can't. Want. Can't. Mine. Can't. Have to have you. Can't.
Our senses like resonating bowstrings, attuned to every heartbeat of the other, every indrawn breath, every shaky exhale, every fucking twitch. You can tell when I breathe in just a bit deeper, and you know I am breathing you in. Smelling you. Drunk on you. See my hand quiver with the effort it takes to keep from reaching between your legs, to claim that cunt. Cover it with my hand, my palm. Grasp it. Possess it. Feel it. Squeeze it. Fuck it. My cunt.
Tempted to whisper to you, tell you all of this. But no. Right now, in this setting, unspoken is hotter. Illicit. Clandestine. Inappropriate. My cock shouldn't be so hard it threatens to rip through my khakis. Not here. Your pussy shouldn't be so wet that I can smell it with each indrawn breath. Not here. You shouldn't be teasing me like this, tantalizing me, showing me your pretty pink cunt. Not here.
My mouth keeps opening to speak, to say something, to say fuck the world, I don't care where we are, I don't care who else is here. I don't care. I have to have you. Now. Have to. But I don't say it. Unspoken. My hands keep moving slightly, beginning a reach of their own accord. Out of my control. But no. Control regained. Just.
Maybe just a shoulder? Innocent enough. Just a hand on your shoulder. Not stroking, just a touch. Innocent. But no. That touch would be a slippery slope, inevitably leading to your slippery folds. Mine. So wet. Swollen. Mine. My tongue extends. Swipes along my parched lips, wetting them. Wet. Mine. Wet.
Stifling something that is half whimper, half growl. You hear it, hear everything. You can hear the pulse of my blood pounding in my cock. Seeping now. Soaking my boxers. Not quite soaking through the thicker fabric of my pants. But you can smell it. Our juices. Our sex. My eyes locked on your cunt. My cunt. Mine. Your eyes locked on my cock. Your cock. Yours. Wet and soft. Wet and hard. Wet.
Just a taste, somehow. Just a taste and I'll be satisfied, I tell myself. Somehow. But how? Impossible. And of course I wouldn't be satisfied. Just a taste would be like a starving man stopping at a single morsel when a feast is laid out before him. A feast of fuckable flesh. Lickable. Suckable. Fuckable. So close. Why can't I have it NOW? Aching, trembling, feverish with fucklust. Wet pussy. Pretty pussy. My pussy. There. So close.
You barely stifle a gasp. My tented pants. The bulge. Just now, a spot. Small, but spreading. Your cockjuice. You made it. You did this to me. You're doing this to me. You. Your sexual power. Feminine, soft, yielding, but so fucking powerful. Mesmerized. Unable to look away. Drawn to your wet flesh. Mine. My cunt. Mine.
You don't mean to, but your thighs keep moving, just barely. Parting. Closing. Squeezing. Clenching. Not willed, involuntary. Reflex. Every single move threatens to undo me completely. Not sure how much more of this I can take. Carefully maintained control slipping. I should go. Look away. Walk away.
But I can't. Drawn. Helpless to resist. Have to have you. Now. Can't. Have to. Can't. Have to walk away. Can't. Transfixed by the heady hazy aura of your pretty pink cunt.
Just a small snippet. Release, when it came, was shattering. Sheen of sweat. Voluminous searing seed. Nerve endings all simultaneously screaming "holy FUCK!"
Fuck yeah.

Yes.luxey313 said:told to clean my stuff up, even though I already did
then the bathroom
I grumble in protest as he walks away
before I can breathe in, the pride is slapped out of my face
arm wrenched, and asked if I want to repeat that
if I am questioning my Father like that. for real?
made to clean the rest of the afternoon with my pants around my ankles, swollen lip,
thinking I am so grown up

MechaBlade said:Yes.
I want to get inside your head. Not to figure you out, I figure that I've already done that, sorta. I want to get in your head, strip naked, paint my face and go wild. Cause it'd be my Disneyland.
There's no such thing as too disgusting in the JOL.luxey313 said:![]()
I jacked... but it is too disgusting to write about.
I am a sick bitch,
It is too embarrassing.rimmy said:There's no such thing as too disgusting in the JOL.
If you don't want to spill it here then PM it to me.
Don't leave anything out, I'll know if you do.
heehee.luxey313 said:It is too embarrassing.
Seriously.
That is how bad it is. I cannot even tell Rimmy.
You can always tell rimmy.luxey313 said:It is too embarrassing.
Seriously.
That is how bad it is. I cannot even tell Rimmy.
It would change the way you view me.rimmy said:You can always tell rimmy.
ALWAYS.


this was wonderfulrosco rathbone said:Been jacking a lot lately.
[snip]
And so it goes, this jacking life. One minute you are satisfied and the next filled with pent up lust and anxiety.
dstonedfox said:Still keeping that gross-out jack a secret, luxey?
I don't think I could imagine something so dirty that the illustrious l-u-x-e-y wouldn't post it.luxey313 said:d
it is shameful

shit nostonedfox said:I don't think I could imagine something so dirty that the illustrious l-u-x-e-y wouldn't post it.
Since I'm now going to wonder about what it is until I find something else to occupy my mind, please tell me no doo doo is involved, for my own well-being.