Jacking-Off Log

[tortoise]

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.

Franchise jacks!

 

[rosco rathbone]

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.

Thanks, Pete. You know, some say it was the commitment to quality that took this thread to the top of the ratings. Others have talked about our reputation for perversity and individualized customer service. But when it really comes down to brass tacks, what's kept us at number one is the fact that we never lost sight of our original vision. A couple of years ago, a lonely masturbator sat down to make an unpretentious little thread about the regular guy and gal and the jacks that make life bearable and now, we may have unprecedented numbers, but that regular guy and gal are still going strong.

 

[Saint Peter]

Franchise jacks!

That idea should go in the Genius Idea thead. Yet another Rosco thread.

That guy is golden. He must have women lining up in the hallway.


Franchise Jacks. Jacks in the Box. Jackaroni Grill.

 

[MechaBlade]

Before this thread, I was a closet jacker. Now I'm a jacker who's okay with it.

Of course, if you see me on the street, let's keep this aspect of Lit quiet.

 

[stirbird]

Thanks, Pete. You know, some say it was the commitment to quality that took this thread to the top of the ratings. Others have talked about our reputation for perversity and individualized customer service. But when it really comes down to brass tacks, what's kept us at number one is the fact that we never lost sight of our original vision. A couple of years ago, a lonely masturbator sat down to make an unpretentious little thread about the regular guy and gal and the jacks that make life bearable and now, we may have unprecedented numbers, but that regular guy and gal are still going strong.

That is brilliant--especially for someone who doesn't watch TV. I can hear the intonations perfectly and see the professional-golfer-who-looks-like-a-sucessful-businessman-on-vacation giving the delivery.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

So beautiful, her hunger. She is never more beautiful than when consumed by lust, by pleasure, by craving.

The man speaks the truth.

The Muse is beautiful, but her fucklust seems to amplify it, to reframe it, to take the raw beauty of Nature and concentrate it as only Art can do.

And watching her fucklust develop in response to my words and actions makes me feel like an Artist.

 

[tortoise]

Thanks, Pete. You know, some say it was the commitment to quality that took this thread to the top of the ratings. Others have talked about our reputation for perversity and individualized customer service. But when it really comes down to brass tacks, what's kept us at number one is the fact that we never lost sight of our original vision. A couple of years ago, a lonely masturbator sat down to make an unpretentious little thread about the regular guy and gal and the jacks that make life bearable and now, we may have unprecedented numbers, but that regular guy and gal are still going strong.

Pure comedy gold.

The man speaks the truth.

The Muse is beautiful, but her fucklust seems to amplify it, to reframe it, to take the raw beauty of Nature and concentrate it as only Art can do.

And watching her fucklust develop in response to my words and actions makes me feel like an Artist.

Thank you, my fiend.

There are layers to beauty. That myriad of involuntary physical reactions brought about by desire can transform a beautiful woman into a Vision. It is a true metamorphosis. It's almost as if you can see her heightened senses, see her nerve endings come alive, feel the heated blood coursing through her veins. Couple this with the more immediate signs of arousal (slickness, swelling, moans and cries), and you have Art, indeed.

There is no more heady power than the ability to create that Art, to bring about that transformation. It's a symbiosis, too, as part of the power over her comes from freely displaying and embracing the power she has over you. Power feeding power, fucklust feeding fucklust, hunger feeding hunger. Channeling that combined power, honing it into finely tuned instrument of pleasure: that is the ultimate carnal Art.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Thank you, my fiend.

There are layers to beauty. That myriad of involuntary physical reactions brought about by desire can transform a beautiful woman into a Vision. It is a true metamorphosis. It's almost as if you can see her heightened senses, see her nerve endings come alive, feel the heated blood coursing through her veins. Couple this with the more immediate signs of arousal (slickness, swelling, moans and cries), and you have Art, indeed.

There is no more heady power than the ability to create that Art, to bring about that transformation. It's a symbiosis, too, as part of the power over her comes from freely displaying and embracing the power she has over you. Power feeding power, fucklust feeding fucklust, hunger feeding hunger. Channeling that combined power, honing it into finely tuned instrument of pleasure: that is the ultimate carnal Art.

Indeed.

Plus, I just like it when she snarls and begs, "Goddamnit, please fuck me, Hamlet...do anything you want to me." And stuff like that.

 

[tortoise]

Indeed.

Plus, I just like it when she snarls and begs, "Goddamnit, please fuck me, Hamlet...do anything you want to me." And stuff like that.

Yeah, that sort of dynamic can be most pleasant for all parties concerned. An excellent way to while away the hours.

Heh.

 

[Hester]

Before this thread, I was a closet jacker. Now I'm a jacker who's okay with it.

Of course, if you see me on the street, let's keep this aspect of Lit quiet.

ditto.

i'm still jacking a few times a day to thoughts of my phone jack the other day. it affected me pretty deeply. i've never gotten off on the whole phone thing but this was different. and te orgasm was different--not at all like a jacking O.

it was more like sex by autoerotic delegate. the whole dynamic of the interaction starting with me winding him up because i could to getting to the point where i was begging. i keep hearing snippets in my mind's ear and i can't keep my panties dry.

 

[HappyMisha]

Thanks, Pete. You know, some say it was the commitment to quality that took this thread to the top of the ratings. Others have talked about our reputation for perversity and individualized customer service. But when it really comes down to brass tacks, what's kept us at number one is the fact that we never lost sight of our original vision. A couple of years ago, a lonely masturbator sat down to make an unpretentious little thread about the regular guy and gal and the jacks that make life bearable and now, we may have unprecedented numbers, but that regular guy and gal are still going strong.

LOL. This is hands down the best thread ever.

 

[delboccore]

Haven't yet today, but you people definitely inspired me. Best thread ever.

 

[tortoise]

ditto.

i'm still jacking a few times a day to thoughts of my phone jack the other day. it affected me pretty deeply. i've never gotten off on the whole phone thing but this was different. and te orgasm was different--not at all like a jacking O.

it was more like sex by autoerotic delegate. the whole dynamic of the interaction starting with me winding him up because i could to getting to the point where i was begging. i keep hearing snippets in my mind's ear and i can't keep my panties dry.

Way hot.

Love that intoxication.

 

[bridgeburner]

i've never gotten off on the whole phone thing but this was different. and te orgasm was different--not at all like a jacking O.

I'd been the sounding board, the free phone operator, for years before I ever got the urge to actually participate myself. I remember the first time I ever jacked while on the phone. I've been a phone-perv magnet since I was 12. Part of it is my voice and part of it is that I'm just damn curious about other people's lust so I don't shriek and hang up. But up until I was about 20 I'd never touched myself while on the phone. I was just the facilitator of jacks for whatever stranger happened to call.

Mostly, the anonymous ones all sound the same. It's what I call the phone-perv voice. It's not particularly sexy --- I've got a thing for baritones and basses and those are rare. Also, despite being phone-pervs mostly whatever they said didn't push my particular buttons much.

Anyway, this guy had called a couple of times and I'd yeah'd and oh yeah'd him through his business without thinking much of it. I'd get a low-level lustbuzz simply because he needed me to respond to him which embarassed me but also provided enough coersion/force that it turned me on, but I hadn't been moved to join him.

At the time I was living in a big house with four roommates, two guys and two girls. One afternoon there was no one home but me --- highly unusual --- and my perv called as I was walking through the living room. Some demon of lust overtook me (I think I was on my way to my room to jack anyway) and as he talked for the first time I shoved my hand into my panties and played along.

So there I was in the wide open, the threat of roommates returning at any moment, sort of half standing-half slumped over the back of the couch twiddling my bean while some yahoo I didn't even know talked about what he wanted to do to me. I totally lost track of what he was saying and only came too after a rather frantic O when he asked me if I was okay.

"Whuh..?"

"Are you okay? You're breathing hard."

fucking moron

"Uh....yeah. I'm fine. I gotta go."

click

I didn't take any more calls from that guy, but I thank him for helping me break the bean-twiddling barrier.

 

[tortoise]

You're breathing hard. Oh dear!

Moron, indeed. But a hot visual.

 

[bridgeburner]

You're breathing hard. Oh dear!

Moron, indeed. But a hot visual.

I have a feeling I looked more like the kid who fell asleep on his desk during 5th period lecture. He starts up not knowing where he is, bewildered look on his face and toddler-hair standing on end to compliment the little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth: "Pancakes!!.......Oh, uh....no, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am. Won't happen again."

Why I see myself as an adolescent boy I couldn't say. I think it's because chicks are supposed to be hot when they jack and I just feel like a dork.

I'm NOT giving it up however. I heartily embrace my dorkitude.

 

[Batch]

I have a feeling I looked more like the kid who fell asleep on his desk during 5th period lecture. He starts up not knowing where he is, bewildered look on his face and toddler-hair standing on end to compliment the little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth: "Pancakes!!.......Oh, uh....no, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am. Won't happen again."

Why I see myself as an adolescent boy I couldn't say. I think it's because chicks are supposed to be hot when they jack and I just feel like a dork.

I'm NOT giving it up however. I heartily embrace my dorkitude.

At my age, I have given up being anything, but a dork.

 

[tortoise]

I have a feeling I looked more like the kid who fell asleep on his desk during 5th period lecture. He starts up not knowing where he is, bewildered look on his face and toddler-hair standing on end to compliment the little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth: "Pancakes!!.......Oh, uh....no, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am. Won't happen again."

Why I see myself as an adolescent boy I couldn't say. I think it's because chicks are supposed to be hot when they jack and I just feel like a dork.

I'm NOT giving it up however. I heartily embrace my dorkitude.

Hah!

You see awkward dorkiness in that scenario. I see frantic necessity, coupled with the illicit thrill of jacking in a shared space.

 

[JustSkye]

Not a day goes by....

 

[Redatlit]

I've been utterly jack-free of late. Real life worries and strife have shut down my fantasies almost completely. In times like these, I find it helpful to revisit a tried and true fantasy, a proven performer that never fails to get the blood heated and redirected to the proper... channels. To that end, I immersed myself in the following just now in the shower, with the scalding hot jets of water scouring my skin. I did not, however, carry it to completion, despite my cock's violent protests and pleas for release.

Right now, more than the climax itself, I crave the heightened fever pitch of extended arousal. Nothing makes me feel more alive. The vibrant dance of nerve endings, the frenzied adrenaline rush of unbridled Fucklust. Want. Crave. Mine.

Mine.

Damn... that story was hot.

 

[tortoise]

Not a day goes by....

Details!

Damn...

I would love to see a contribution here from you, too.

Jacks beget jacks.

 

[Redatlit]

Details!



I would love to see a contribution here from you, too.

Jacks beget jacks.

I'm too busy touching myself after reading your story to type out the details...

 

[Hester]

Way hot.

Love that intoxication.

it's weird.

 

[tortoise]

I'm too busy touching myself after reading your story to type out the details...

Oh my.

That works for me. Yeah.

 

[JustSkye]

Details!

Well..
There is bath time, when I run a nice, hot, steamy bubblebath and slide all the way down into the water to where only my face is above water, my feet propped on either side of the bath, and my silver dolphin down below, humming and licking away. I try not to splash, but sometimes my hips start rocking and thrusting and I get a wee bit carried away.

Then there's bed

work

my car...