Jacking-Off Log

[Marquis]

Ha ha, I think I've jerked off once in the last month.

 

[tortoise]

by way of paying it forward....

I've been frustrated with life in general for the past couple of days. Not conducive to any sort of good solo session...but I could feel my body's need to climax so I thought to give it a go.

After my shower last night, I sat in the big oversized chair in my bedroom and started smoothing lotion over my body. My skin warming the lotion, and my hands warming my skin. I start at my toes and work up...over my calves and up my thighs. Then my tummy and up over my rib cage to my breasts. The combination of warm skin and cool air makes me shiver a little bit and I fall back into the chair. My robe open as the air dries me and the lotion is absorbed. My fingers lightly trailing over my thighs...up and down and then straying inward a little to my just shaved pussy. Stroking the lips gently...my fingertip just barely touching my wet slit. My other hand finds my nipple and rolls it gently between my fingers...and then harder. Pulling on it and tweaking it...feeling the current run from my nipple directly to my clit and my legs open further. Fingers finding my wetness...stroking my clit in tight little circles and then plunging two fingers inside. My irritable state of mind demands something other than gentle touches and I fuck myself furiously with my fingers. Every once in a while pulling them out to suck my juice off them and give my clit a good spank or two before rubbing at it some more. My pussy was so wet...juice seeping between my ass cheeks and soaking the robe beneath me. My fingers pinching and rubbing at my clit...harder and faster as my pussy clenches and takes two fingers from my other hand. I cum hard... bucking against my own hands. Whimpering into the empty room. Cum gushing from my hot happy pussy.

And somehow I'm still frustrated??

Oh hell yes.

Exquisite payment, indeed. Thank you.

I eagerly look forward to further contributions to this thread from you.

 

[Bacetti]

Oh hell yes.

Exquisite payment, indeed. Thank you.

I eagerly look forward to further contributions to this thread from you.

You're quite welcome. The pleasure was really all mine.

 

[Saint Peter]

*chuckles*

We should share a meal together, you make me laugh so.

That would be most enjoyable.

 

[Batch]

That would be most enjoyable.

Most likely,

great mirth would be experienced... and not much eating.

 

[MechaBlade]

Ha ha, I think I've jerked off once in the last month.

That means lots of sex, no?

 

[Marquis]

That means lots of sex, no?

It sure doesn't mean I'm having nocturnal emissions.

 

[bbwsadieml]

by way of paying it forward....

I've been frustrated with life in general for the past couple of days. Not conducive to any sort of good solo session...but I could feel my body's need to climax so I thought to give it a go.

After my shower last night, I sat in the big oversized chair in my bedroom and started smoothing lotion over my body. My skin warming the lotion, and my hands warming my skin. I start at my toes and work up...over my calves and up my thighs. Then my tummy and up over my rib cage to my breasts. The combination of warm skin and cool air makes me shiver a little bit and I fall back into the chair. My robe open as the air dries me and the lotion is absorbed. My fingers lightly trailing over my thighs...up and down and then straying inward a little to my just shaved pussy. Stroking the lips gently...my fingertip just barely touching my wet slit. My other hand finds my nipple and rolls it gently between my fingers...and then harder. Pulling on it and tweaking it...feeling the current run from my nipple directly to my clit and my legs open further. Fingers finding my wetness...stroking my clit in tight little circles and then plunging two fingers inside. My irritable state of mind demands something other than gentle touches and I fuck myself furiously with my fingers. Every once in a while pulling them out to suck my juice off them and give my clit a good spank or two before rubbing at it some more. My pussy was so wet...juice seeping between my ass cheeks and soaking the robe beneath me. My fingers pinching and rubbing at my clit...harder and faster as my pussy clenches and takes two fingers from my other hand. I cum hard... bucking against my own hands. Whimpering into the empty room. Cum gushing from my hot happy pussy.

And somehow I'm still frustrated??

B ... you are so freaking hot!!! Never think otherwise

 

[English Lady]

Actually, this happened a week a go, but I've been meaning to log it here ever since -I've recently taken to reading this thread (perving on it) and thought it about time I recipriocated.

Actually, I'm sure it's the last time I masturbated because I've been so busy/tired/ankle-twisted Achy of late.

Last Tuesday I went to Old Trafford to watch Manchester United play. I'm a massive football fan and the experience itself was orgasmic. However, I got struck by an incredibly erotic image there that haunted me until I used the fantasy to achieve orgasm.

I'm right in the centre of the pitch at Old Trafford, it's night time and the floodlights are on, they're so bright it's like a summers day on the grass.

http://dl.victoriablisse.co.uk/300px-Old_Trafford_inside_20060726_1.jpg

I'm with Cristiano Ronaldo, I fancy him something rotten and it makes me fel like a dirty old woman fantasizing about him -I like it dirty He's jsut 6 years younger than me but still, I think abou seducing him, teaching him, leading him astray (he's probably pretty astray as it is, but this is a fantasy.

http://dl.victoriablisse.co.uk/_41378202_cc9.jpg

The imagery was't crisp and detailed, it was rough, just like I wanted it. He pushed me to the gound, spread my thighs and lifted my skirt. He was between my thighs before I could gasp, and cock thrust into me, he pulled out my tits, displaying me in the middle of this hallowed place.

Suddenly he's whispering, he's whisping in my ear that I want a ig crowd to watch me, that I'm a slut who wants to be watched, and suddenly the image changes -the tadium is not empty now, it's full and I can hear the voices of the people looking on.

I'm pretty much there, but I ease back, not wanting to go to quickly, I'm so wet, so slick and juicy and I want to get my money's worth from this fantasy, and so the rest of the Manchester United squd appear around me, in their red shirts and white shorts. I imagine them around me, slipping cocks from shorts wanking furiouslyas I'm banged right there on the centre spot, the crowd roaring them on, I hear muffled moans, snorts nd grumnts, see the concentration on their faces as one, then another sputs hit me.

Thank God for vivd imagination as I literally feel the cum spattering my cheek, lips, breasts and stomach. I come as he fills me, my pussy pulsating, filled with orgasmically charged power. Wha a fuck, what fantasy, what a fucking good fantasy.


I'm gonna use it again soon

 

[MechaBlade]

I'm trying to abstain, but I just finished another section in my in-progress story, and writing (erotica) always makes me horny.

I pictured a scene from the beginning of the story in which a girl, Silvia, uses a strap-on dildo to sodomize another girl with full bowels, Mackenzie, having just defeated Mackenzie in a wrestling match. It's a lovely scene where the Silvia is being quite cocky and unsportsmanlike and does a lot of shit-talking.

I say aloud what the Mackenzie is thinking during the sodomy but is too proud to say: "You shouldn't be so mean. That's not nice. It's just a game..."

I burst forth with a stellar orgasm. Four stars.

It's always nice when you can get off to your own erotica.

Don't cry, Mackenzie, don't cry.

 

[MechaBlade]

It sure doesn't mean I'm having nocturnal emissions.

I wonder how long it would take to start up my wet dreams again. I once left Mech Jr. frictionless for two weeks, but my sheets stayed (thankfully) dry.

 

[tortoise]

shower jack this morning

She's lounging comfortably in the bath. I'm standing over her, cock jutting proudly in her face, my naked body shielding her from the hot jets, leaving an uninterrupted field of vision between us. Her eyes are locked on my cock, eyes narrowed in hunger.

"You want this, don't you?"

Mesmerized nod. Wordless sound of assent.

"Show me." Eyes darting to her cunt, directing.

I watch her play with her pretty wet pussy (how can I not?), but my eyes keep moving back to her face. Watching her watch me. So beautiful, her hunger. She is never more beautiful than when consumed by lust, by pleasure, by craving.

My hand moves to my cock, brushing along it, teasing. Strangled gasp escapes her lips. Her slick hand becomes more urgent.

I drop my hand to my side. Just stand there. Flexing my cock. Making it bob in her face. Rigid. Letting her see how fucking hard she makes me. Letting her see the clear drop of pre-cum gathering at the tip, sparkling like dew.

"You want me to feed you this cock, don't you baby?"

Shuddering moan, low feminine growl of pure want. I keep flexing it in her face. Up and down. Bobbing. Taut shiny head. Twitching shaft. As I flex up, she can see the prominent ridge along the underside. Veins.

"You want to taste it, don't you? You want to feel the heat of it, feel it invading your pretty lips, feel it sliding in your mouth. Don't you?"

Pleading gasp. Fingers frantically frigging her cunt now. Sopping wet noises mingle with her panting cries. Her hand makes a move towards my cock, unbeknownst to her. Low warning growl, shaking my head firmly. Her hand drops, quickly. Her eyes never leave my cock. Transfixed. I still haven't touched my cock, apart from the one light brush. Just bobbing. Just throbbing in her face. Still haven't touched her, nor has she touched me.

"You want me to fuck your pretty little mouth, don't you baby? Brace your head back against the wall and use your hot hungry mouth. Claim it. Take it. Feed it. Fuck it. Stretch it. Stuff your mouth full of cock. You want me to fuck it until I explode in you, gasping, abdomen spasming, ass clenching, pumping all of my pent up seed into your hot wet mouth? Don't you?"

Without warming, she screams, bucking uncontrollably against her slick fingers. Hard, clenching spasms. Wracked. Shuddering. Gasping. Taken completely by surprise. Overcome.

"So fucking beautiful, baby."

I watch her subside, catch her breath. See the hunger return to her eyes, pleading for my cock.

"You want this, don't you baby? You want me to feed it to you now?"

She tries to talk. Can't. Nods.

"Good."

I calmly step out of the shower and walk out of the bathroom without a backwards glance.

•••

Funny thing is, this feels like an extremely selfish fantasy to me. She gets off, I don't. But I feel selfish.

It's all about the power. Being craved.

In the fantasy, I don't come at all. In reality, my knees almost buckled from the force of it. Fucking phenomenal. Shattering.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Actually, this happened a week a go, but I've been meaning to log it here ever since -I've recently taken to reading this thread (perving on it) and thought it about time I recipriocated.

Good jack, english lady. I'd like to take this opportunity to remind all the pervy peepers that read this thread and post no jacks that EVERYONE masturbates. This isn't like 7th grade, where we were all constantly reassuring each other that we never masturbated...we got "too much ass"....lost our virginity in 5th grade...

Everyone jacks and this log was meant for logging quotidian jacks, although there's a bit of one upsmanship from time to time.

Don't cry, Mackenzie, don't cry.

Yer a trip babe, don't ever change.

 

[tortoise]

Everyone jacks and this log was meant for logging quotidian jacks, although there's a bit of one upsmanship from time to time.

My jack can beat up your jack.

 

[rosco rathbone]

My jack can beat up your jack.

The one upsmanship is all well and good and adds flare to the thread, but see the very first post.


Minor quibble, pervies: Paragraphs make jacks readable. I have a quirk which is that anything written in block form causes my eyes to slide off without gaining purchase. I call this phenomenon "the big screen of words". Just put some white space in there and it'll be easier to read.

 

[tortoise]

The one upsmanship is all well and good and adds flare to the thread, but see the very first post.

I hear you, rapscallion. And it's a fine reminder. All manner of jacks and logs thereof are welcome.

I've been doing my level best to bring new blood to the thread myself, including some stellar recent recruits.

I'm a jack evangelist. Many of us are.

 

[Guest]

 

[rosco rathbone]

I hear you, rapscallion. And it's a fine reminder. All manner of jacks and logs thereof are welcome.

I've been doing my level best to bring new blood to the thread myself, including some stellar recent recruits.

I'm a jack evangelist. Many of us are.

So you are, manseed. You are the St. Peter of masturbation.

 

[tortoise]

I haven't jacked in over a week.

Emotionally just haven't felt like it. I laid in bed last night and stroked myself, not isolated parts, but all of my torso - in a soothing, almost self comforting way, but no arousal has risen in me.

I think if I did, and it wasn't just right, I'd start crying - or maybe the crying would happen no matter what. I may force it this evening, and let the tears go.

Been there.

Well, not exactly there, but... in the same neighborhood.

No advice, just... time. And patience.

 

[tortoise]

So you are, manseed. You are the St. Peter of masturbation.

Nah. I can't play hockey for shit.

 

[Saint Peter]

So you are, manseed. You are the St. Peter of masturbation.

I am getting a strange image here.

 

[Saint Peter]

Nah. I can't play hockey for shit.

That makes two of us.

 

[tortoise]

I am getting a strange image here.

Heh.

Hands where I can see them.

 

[tortoise]

That makes two of us.

Pfft.

Nobody would mistake me for you on the ice.

 

[Saint Peter]

Rosco started quite a thread here. 6500 jacks and growing shows the need for a jack outlet.

Food threads and Jack threads. Something for everybody.