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Marquis said:
I think I've really lost touch with perversity.

My sex life is something like "The Secretary" these days.

Complete with her peeing herself when she can't get up to use the bathroom? ;)
 
Marquis said:
I think I've really lost touch with perversity.

My sex life is something like "The Secretary" these days.
Mix it up a little. Try some surprise buttsex. Have sex in the backyard and then take her clothes and lock her outside. Make her give you a plate job. Variety, man!
 
Marquis said:
I think I've really lost touch with perversity.

My sex life is something like "The Secretary" these days.
awwwww :heart:
Spankin' yourself with your own hairbrush, eh?
 
Amsterdam.

Bangkok.

The slums of Bombay.

These are places where perversity still has a home!

All the good shit is either too expensive or too illegal in America.

Ahhh, to have lived in a simpler time (or perhaps in a post-apocolyptic future ruled by anarchy)!
 
Yesterday I saw Hannibal Rising, which was a highly entertaining film, if only for the male beauty.

Today, I had a fairly average bathtub faucet wank, imagining Gaspard Ulliel in a Nazi SS uniform, unbuttoning his trousers and revealing his engorged erection. That was as far as I got before I reached the heights of orgasm.
 
Darla_Darling said:
Yesterday I saw Hannibal Rising, which was a highly entertaining film, if only for the male beauty.

Today, I had a fairly average bathtub faucet wank, imagining Gaspard Ulliel in a Nazi SS uniform, unbuttoning his trousers and revealing his engorged erection. That was as far as I got before I reached the heights of orgasm.

Hummm... how strange.
 
Well, it's getting near bed time, and I usually cum at least once a night to help me sleep... screw Stilnox when I can cum! :)
 
Darla_Darling said:
Why is that strange? I thought that was a fairly ordinary fantasy.

What's not strange is the part about unbuttoning his trousers and revealing his cock. The strange part is the nazi uniform... Why does it have to be nazi ?
 
TheFrenchGuy said:
What's not strange is the part about unbuttoning his trousers and revealing his cock. The strange part is the nazi uniform... Why does it have to be nazi ?

It would take me quite some time to completely sum up why I have sex fantasies about Nazis. Perhaps it is partly because it is so taboo. To even think the very word "Nazi" evokes such powerful feelings of fear and revulsion, and yet there is something extremely seductive about the Hitler era propaganda films, with their massive displays of civil obedience and their almost robotically perfect-looking Hitler youth.

I suppose it is a combination of the almost homoerotic fantasy of perfect masculinity evoked by Nazism, combined with the fear and sense of deviance that I feel in having these fantasies which really turns me on about this.
 
Darla_Darling said:
It would take me quite some time to completely sum up why I have sex fantasies about Nazis. Perhaps it is partly because it is so taboo. To even think the very word "Nazi" evokes such powerful feelings of fear and revulsion, and yet there is something extremely seductive about the Hitler era propaganda films, with their massive displays of civil obedience and their almost robotically perfect-looking Hitler youth.

I suppose it is a combination of the almost homoerotic fantasy of perfect masculinity evoked by Nazism, combined with the fear and sense of deviance that I feel in having these fantasies which really turns me on about this.

Thanks for the input. Enjoy ! :)
 
ForeverNAlways said:
Busy, busy fingers this weekend.

I'm surprisingly, (wonderfully), sore. But somehow, still tingling for more.


I didn't mean that to rhyme. :)

Please, tell me you didn't mean to tell so little...
 
I was jacking all weekend long and every o was like a pistol going off in my cock. Toes curling, legs spread out, back arched, the whole thing. I'll never understand this jacking life....I can have mediocre dribbling o's for weeks or months, then hit a hot streak for god only knows what reason.
 
Someone PM'd this to me, saying they were too scared to post it.
I have never spoken to this poster before, so I shall do work for her.

I want him to buy me a straitjacket - the white canvas kind, with leather straps. I dream of waking up in it one morning, in a bright, white room, with clean-shaven mens’ faces smiling down at me. Telling me just relax, it’s all for my own good. I’d been caught kissing the girls, again, and it was obvious I’m confused. Girls like boys. But not to worry - they’d help me get well.

Taken to a private room and untrussed and fondled roughly by the thick orderly, before I am strapped naked to a bed. Surrounded suddenly by doctors, and one thrusts a needle in my arm, telling me it is going to help me to relax. I feel my muscles grow cold with the drug, and realize that it is also making me terribly horny.

The door opens and a beautiful, short-haired nurse walks in and takes a rubber glove from the box on a nearby table. One of the doctors tells me that first they are going to gauge my responsiveness to another woman’s touch - so that they can analyze my problem. The nurse does not look thrilled, to be involved in this experiment - she scowls at me as she pulls the glove on one hand and flexes her fingers wide. Rolling her eyes, she takes her place at the foot of the bed, and begins reluctantly stroking my splayed pussy lips. I am wet almost immediately under the disinterested stare of the doctors - one of them is noting the time. When she sticks the tip of one finger into me, my hips twitch and I squirm like a cat in heat. She saws two fingers in and out of me, then three - pushing her hand deeper and deeper until one of the doctors speaks up. “I think she’s ready, nurse.”

At this cue, the butchy nurse moves away, and another young doctor smiles up at me from between my legs. He has in his hand the biggest steel speculum I’ve ever seen, and he continues to smile as he lubes it up and positions it between my pussy lips. “Now just relax,” one of the older doctors advises, as the speculum is firmly pushed into me, the steel bills digging into me, and I stifle a groan.

He waits just a moment, then I can feel the cold instrument opening up inside me, stretching me wide - and it feels so good, to have something in me, though I am sickened with shame, to know that I am enjoying this. He stretches me until it hurts just a little, and locks the speculum in place. Taking a penlight from his breast pocket, he shines it - first in my flushed face, then down into my gaping vagina, illuminating it for everyone to see.

He isn’t wearing a glove, and I can feel his calloused, dry fingertips close on my throbbing clitty, pinching just a little, and I am trembling, sloppy all over the speculum inside me, my pussy quivering with the horrible urge to cum like this.

Somehow, no one else notices as he continues to rub my clit up under the hood, where it’s almost painfully sensitive, and with his other hand, squeezes the handles of the speculum to open it even wider in me. A knowing smile is twitching on his lips, and I wonder if he can feel the tremors of my pussy, clenching the steel bills inside me, trying to find pleasure in it. His gaze slides up to make sure he has not been detected, and at the same time, he lets go of the speculum and pushes a finger up my unlubricated ass in one swift motion. The pain makes me clench those muscles and cling to his finger, and the combination of pleasure and craving and denial and exposure makes me start to cum and cum. Straining against the restraints as my body goes taut, wriggling my hips around like a whore, and above my gasps I can hear one of the doctors moan in disappointment at this spontaneous display of licentiousness. Still, the young man between my legs will not let me go, and begins to pinch my clit harder, I can feel the swollen bud squeezed painfully between his finger and thumb as he bounces his other finger in and out of my ass.

“Just a dirty fucking whore, aren’t you?” he murmurs as I writhe helplessly, at the mercy of my swelling pleasure - held in position, right where I want to be, by his fingers on my clit, and the one in my ass. My pussy gapes at him and makes squishy wet noises as my insides churn around the speculum, and as I watch, and expression of revulsion crosses his face. Staring down into my cavernous cunt, he hawks and spits into me - I can feel the warm splatter of it on my cervix - pulls his finger out of my ass and releases the painful pressure on my clit, and walks across the room to wash his hands. I cum in violent, mindless spasms as I hear the older doctor scold him for ruining the experiment.

fucking hot
 
Some of the jacking chicks have an identity they share for those kinds of perverse posts. The yaya sisterhood. If you PM the name, they'll probably give the password to you.
 
luxey313 said:
Someone PM'd this to me, saying they were too scared to post it.
I have never spoken to this poster before, so I shall do work for her.



fucking hot

That is a masterpiece. I want to know who she is so I can read more of her work!
 
luxey313 said:
Someone PM'd this to me, saying they were too scared to post it.
I have never spoken to this poster before, so I shall do work for her.



fucking hot


Hmmm - well, it started off being a little not to my taste, but it improved rapidly :)
 
i just got my rocks off using my new toy, watching fight club and picturing edward norton and brad pitt fucking me at the same time....

i think i might do it again... and i kinda like this thread
 
bunnislippers said:
i just got my rocks off using my new toy, watching fight club and picturing edward norton and brad pitt fucking me at the same time....

i think i might do it again... and i kinda like this thread
let's see the new toy!
 
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