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rosco rathbone said:
And if you haven't read Nicholson Baker's Vox and Fermata , do so at once. That goes for the rest of you as well.

One is almost tempted to say, "Yes, Sir," and snap to immediately.

Almost.

:kiss:
 
rosco rathbone said:
And if you haven't read Nicholson Baker's Vox and Fermata , do so at once. That goes for the rest of you as well.
I don't know if I can stand any more Nicholson Baker.
 
ForeverNAlways said:
That, Mecha, was tremendously hot. I like the loss of body control - like your body knew what it wanted and how to achieve it. And the repetitive climax. I've experienced that same sensation, with anal play - though not as intense as you describe. Which makes me curious as to whether I could...

I hope you can do it again.
God, I'm not sure if I want to. I need to wash my finger some more.

rathbolion said:
Oh well aren't we too cool for school.
Although I am impressed with myself that I've not only heard of Nicholson Baker but have also read him, it's not any type of elitism that prevents me from wanting to read him.

It's what happens when professors assign me reading I hate and make me analyze it and come to a conclusion I don't believe in. For a while, I was turned off from reading novels altogether.
 
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jacking is my middle name
nice to see Odalisk

After the Barely Legal thread, I was running over my memory flipbook.
Thinking of the 14y.o. Luxey.
Everything was so new and scary.
My friend Brooke's older brother was keen on me.
He was also like 26... now it is like, "uhhhhhh".
Then.. I wanted to be so cool.
I wanted him to stare at me and look at my new breasts.
5'10 and all legs and lanky.
Getting real stoned and it being too intense, just him and I.

that is the shit that porn is lacking, but my O's are not.
 
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Should I be concerned that I resented the actual sex I had because it interfered with my jacking? The experiment was derailed but I'm claiming success anyway since I didn't come down with the cold I had felt brewing.

The truly odd thing is that I've somehow managed to aquire a regular sleepover guest on the weekends, but we're not sexing now. I don't even want to sex with him when it comes right down to it, but I'm having sex dreams about him because he's there and then I'm ravenous to jack as soon as he leaves because I've felt constrained for the length of his visit.

When your strangeness is not hot, just bizarre, it edges from perverted back to just plain ol' fucked up. Or is contrariness always perverse?
 
bridgeburner said:
I believe it's one of Rosco's.
indeed

I have been watching this clip of Rocco porn for over a year, just a trailer.
But it has so many little things that I can wank to it and not get tired of it.
Particularly for today, when he has two girls on their hands and knees, one on top of the other.
Then shoves two fingers into her ass and shakes the shit out of it.
Stretching and opening her with his fingers.
Then pulls out and proceeds to do the same to the other girl.
The peversity of it, her ass jiggling, shared bottom fluids.
 
I haven't laid a hand on my bone in days and I'm just starting to really recharge and get my sexual hatred back; and my appreciation of women and their acne scars, lasered mustaches (dominican girls!), straightened hair, wide, flat aztec noses, hottentot bottoms.

540 AM on the commuter train to New Rochelle I was studying a black train-cleaner chick dragging her mop bucket down the platform. She had braids and a stylish ensemble: carhartt hoodie, hi-visibility vest, skintight jeans with big hearts sewn onto the ass pockets in gold braid, and new timberlands. She looked like the kind of still youngish woman who has teenage daughters, working a dirty job with some security, pension, benefits. The heartbeat of the ghetto. Her snatch looked as big as a hat in those pants, but I popped a sleepy bone. She was smiling and singing to herself. Everything looks better when I allow a bit of juice to build up in the system.
 
Per request, I will post a jack.

I really hadn't gotten one off on my own in a while. Even if I am masturbating, I like assistance, noises, a touch, a smell, a look.

I was especially horned up a few days ago and was soaking in the tub. I decided to diddle a bit and it was feeling realllly good, but I really needed something in my pussy hole. My finger wasn't doing the trick, so I desperately looked around the tub for something. I eventually spotted this small little bottle of face cleaner I use and shoved it in my hole, while I frigged my clit. It was good and slippery because I squirted my skin-so-soft oil on it. I eventually had a great orgasm as the bottle in my pussy was squeezed out. I then found my pussy hole to be extremely lubed and slippery with my own girly cum.
 
Twice yesterday, twice, so far, today but looking forward to another before I sleep. If it follows yesterday's pattern, however, I'll only have accomplished the two day-time jacks and then I'll fall asleep in the middle of my bedtime jack. That's so dissappointing, but sometimes the sleep just will not be denied.
 
That happened to me yesterday. Falling asleep sans O made me dream nasty dreams about my boss, who unfortunately is already the focal point of much tension. Of all the males that T does not approve of me fucking...which of course makes fucking him that much more unbearably desirable.

So I went in to work and built the tension further by taunting my boss with the dream details, and then came home and prepared a bath with rose petals, candles, and champagne for T and sat on his dick. It was romantic, it was pure torture, and I know it wouldn't have happened except that I was so goddamn frustrated with what I couldn't have that I tried to buy my way out of it like the good little Catholic (happy post-Ash Wednesday) that I was baptized.

I'm going to go have a nice angst-jack. And hopefully finish this one before falling asleep.
 
Quint said:
That happened to me yesterday. Falling asleep sans O made me dream nasty dreams about my boss, who unfortunately is already the focal point of much tension. Of all the males that T does not approve of me fucking...which of course makes fucking him that much more unbearably desirable.

So I went in to work and built the tension further by taunting my boss with the dream details, and then came home and prepared a bath with rose petals, candles, and champagne for T and sat on his dick. It was romantic, it was pure torture, and I know it wouldn't have happened except that I was so goddamn frustrated with what I couldn't have that I tried to buy my way out of it like the good little Catholic (happy post-Ash Wednesday) that I was baptized.

I'm going to go have a nice angst-jack. And hopefully finish this one before falling asleep.

Why didn't you fuck your boss ? :confused:
 
i swear. the next time that doe-eyed little cunt at the 5-star quick-mart gives me one more vapid giggle for one of my lame, obvious observations i'm going to grab her by her "hip" hair and drag her back into that fucking walk-in cooler.
grab her by her face and shake her whole head, then just grab a fistfull of her smirky lips, hard. make that flirty little piece of trash tug those trendy cropped tight jeans down just below her ass then shove her face into the cold, corrugated tin wall.
yeah. then just hold the little twat against the wall, and pull out my cock.
fucking just grip it and stroke. staring at her ass, supported by her shaky legs. calling her a little piece of jailbait garbage. whore. cocktease.
spittle and drool dripping off my lips as i stroke my hard cock. her sobs trail off as the shock sets in.
'till i cum an angry wad of goo all over her fucking goose-bumped ass. watching steam rise from the mess in the cold climate.

aaaand scene.
but she gave me a free paper and fountain root-beer just now, so shes cool for real.
 
rosco rathbone said:
I haven't laid a hand on my bone in days and I'm just starting to really recharge and get my sexual hatred back; and my appreciation of women and their acne scars, lasered mustaches (dominican girls!), straightened hair, wide, flat aztec noses, hottentot bottoms.
strop game on!!!!
 
imagining when we fuck
all the things I like and tell you about may take a bit more courage in person
after you are done taking what is rightfully yours
I want to eat your cum, but am embarrassed to ask
seeing the condom pulled off, knowing next time there won't be one used
I whisper, "can.. can I drink your sperm"
you tell me to repeat
I do
your mouth smiles, I feel a hot slap across my mouth for being such a needy whore
my mouth pryed open at my jaw hinges, giving me goldfish lips
and I feel the hot, thick sperm of my Dad, poured down my tongue past my tonsils and I begin to swallow
happy

..yeah :eek:
 
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