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Bacetti said:
I'm uninspired today. Which could be why I'm not finding anything interesting on Lit.

What a shame that you have that problem... too bad I was not on to help you out. Hope your day and the rest of the weekend is better! :kiss:
 
Lying in bed, I felt restless, so I said fuck it.

Thinking about seeding in a mouth. Sometimes you can feel a jet rushing all the way down the length of the urethra like viagra falls. WHy do I like to make girls swallow sperm? The disgustingness of it.* Swallow it, you whore!

I seeded in a glistening line heading northwards across my belly towards my chin and lay there for a moment contemplating my effluvium.




*When I start busting sentences like this, it's a safe bet that I'm re-reading either Blood Meridian or The Road.
 
ForeverNAlways said:
I may tie my legs to the bed somehow if I can figure out a way - next weekend when I've got some alone time - just to enhance it even more. For now, this is definitely working for me. Both nights were bone-numbing, blood-tingling climaxes.
Thank you for that visual. Really. Thanks! :)
 
I jayed to the first time a guy slapped my face.

making out, real sweet and shit
laying back, him on top
feeling the swollen jeans push desperately against me
that was about the perviest thing
it was nice to just kiss him
so handsome, felt so special to get to
he pulled his lips from mine
looked down at me
and WHAM!
I saw stars
my jaw felt unhinged
I was shocked
I looked up at him
he hit it in the same place again
eyes welling
he continued to kiss me
holding his hand against the hot spot on my cheek
 
rosco rathbone said:
Thinking about seeding in a mouth. Sometimes you can feel a jet rushing all the way down the length of the urethra like viagra falls. Why do I like to make girls swallow sperm? The disgustingness of it.* Swallow it, you whore!
lol@viagra falls

this deserved repeating
 
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tortoise said:
I firmly believe the above to be true, at least for me. It's a co-creative process. The fantasy sparks the expression, which fuels and develops the fantasy. Hones it. My fantasies need to be expressed to feel fully real to me. Doesn't necessarily mean that I need to share them with the world at large, though that can be a thrill all its own. But to fully blossom, they need expression.

Yes, I agree. But what happens next? Does expressing it, making it more real or concrete, more believed-in-able, purge one of the desire to enact the fantasy, for instance, or does it fuel the desire to enact it?


tortoise said:
Some of the fantasies expressed do affect me personally, but that is the exception. Occasionally I will find one part of the fantasy that does speak to me, and sometimes nothing about it works for me at all, on any level. I don't care. It's still hot, because it works for them. It gets them off.

I get off on the intensity of feeling. Desire. Hunger. Arousal fucking arouses me, however it is achieved
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If their fantasies happen to mesh well with mine, that can be fun, but it's not essential. In fact, it can be more interesting if they don't. Expands the horizons, pushes the envelope.

Right, that's what I was getting at, my fiend.

And having a lover or proto-lover tell me her fantasies as part of our sexual play is very arousing to me, of course, but reading an anonymous fantasy or porn story doesn't do a heckuva lot for me, other than to make me appreciate how turned on they must've been writing it.

Of course, I've attended readings of the "Open Mic Women's Erotica Night" sort at cafes and coffeehouses that pretty much made me want to swear off sex altogether they were so dour and joyless.
 
Hamletmaschine said:
And having a lover or proto-lover tell me her fantasies as part of our sexual play is very arousing to me, of course, but reading an anonymous fantasy or porn story doesn't do a heckuva lot for me, other than to make me appreciate how turned on they must've been writing it.
definitely. i also really, really get off on hearing of past experiences (or present ones).
 
Hester said:
definitely. i also really, really get off on hearing of past experiences (or present ones).

So you like hearing a lover talk about his/her experiences with previous lovers?

And I'm guessing you mean good ones, rather than the standard sexual history or stories of past mishaps, comic episodes, or lousy lays...
 
Hamletmaschine said:
Of course, I've attended readings of the "Open Mic Women's Erotica Night" sort at cafes and coffeehouses that pretty much made me want to swear off sex altogether they were so dour and joyless.

Yeah, what is UP with that? Maybe it's why I generally prefer porn to "erotica". People try to put too much art and poetry into their chaunch and it just kills it for me. I start thinking of women soulfully discussing yoni-lingam-sex with their tweedy Celestine Prophesy-reading husbands.

Fuck 'em. I don't want to know. My sex is weird as hell, not in the acts, but in the mentality and where I can and can't inject emotional intimacy blah blah blah, but it's mine and it's the only stuff I've got and I like that I don't know what it's all about every minute of the day. I figure if there's nothing left to surprise you or goad you about your own sexuality you might as well give it up.
 
rosco rathbone said:
The very phrase acts like a sort of cold shower.

I had a friend who used to like to crash such events, take the mic, and go into some misogynistic stream-of-consciousness hip-hop like rant, just to see the gals start frothing at the mouth and hurling things at him. Felt it was his mission to do something to stir up a little passion in 'em.
 
bridgeburner said:
Yeah, what is UP with that? Maybe it's why I generally prefer porn to "erotica". People try to put too much art and poetry into their chaunch and it just kills it for me. I start thinking of women soulfully discussing yoni-lingam-sex with their tweedy Celestine Prophesy-reading husbands.

Fuck 'em. I don't want to know. My sex is weird as hell, not in the acts, but in the mentality and where I can and can't inject emotional intimacy blah blah blah, but it's mine and it's the only stuff I've got and I like that I don't know what it's all about every minute of the day. I figure if there's nothing left to surprise you or goad you about your own sexuality you might as well give it up.
To quote Tort, "You Rock!"

I want a t-shirt that somehow expresses that thought.


This post was not meant to confuse. :)
 
Hamletmaschine said:
So you like hearing a lover talk about his/her experiences with previous lovers?

And I'm guessing you mean good ones, rather than the standard sexual history or stories of past mishaps, comic episodes, or lousy lays...
yes, the good ones. the better for him, the better for me. kinkier, as well.
 
Hamletmaschine said:
Yes, I agree. But what happens next? Does expressing it, making it more real or concrete, more believed-in-able, purge one of the desire to enact the fantasy, for instance, or does it fuel the desire to enact it?real

And having a lover or proto-lover tell me her fantasies as part of our sexual play is very arousing to me, of course, but reading an anonymous fantasy or porn story doesn't do a heckuva lot for me, other than to make me appreciate how turned on they must've been writing it.

Of course, I've attended readings of the "Open Mic Women's Erotica Night" sort at cafes and coffeehouses that pretty much made me want to swear off sex altogether they were so dour and joyless.
Personally the expressing of sexual needs, fantasies, whatever, does not make what I written a reality, in my deepest thoughts it is only an attempt at translating, the desire into something that might be understood by others.

I am in agreement with the statement: ' ...having a lover or proto-lover tell me...(his) fantasies as part of our sexual play arousing', in moments of intimacy or when treading on the ground of just-before intimacy or seeing if someones sexuality is compatible with mine, hearing someone share their experiences gives me needed information about their inner workings.
 
Hamletmaschine said:
I had a friend who used to like to crash such events, take the mic, and go into some misogynistic stream-of-consciousness hip-hop like rant, just to see the gals start frothing at the mouth and hurling things at him. Felt it was his mission to do something to stir up a little passion in 'em.

That might actually get me to make the scene. Otherwise the only way I'd be seen at an open mike night of any kind is at pistol point.


I very rarely find sherotica of any kind very sexy, even when it's a description of something I might like to be on the giving end of. I know I'm in a monority of one here. The problem is that my sexuality is rape-based and even "oh baby, rape me" is like dipping the bone in ice water.
 
bridgeburner said:
Yeah, what is UP with that? Maybe it's why I generally prefer porn to "erotica". People try to put too much art and poetry into their chaunch and it just kills it for me. I start thinking of women soulfully discussing yoni-lingam-sex with their tweedy Celestine Prophesy-reading husbands.

LMAO

I know that couple!
 
Hamletmaschine said:
LMAO

I know that couple!

Sometimes I think "that couple" is a straw man....then I went to my brother's wedding reception (2 professors getting married) and found out that the stereotype is alive and well.
 
bridgeburner said:
Yeah, what is UP with that? Maybe it's why I generally prefer porn to "erotica". <snip>

Fuck 'em. I don't want to know. <snip>

I figure if there's nothing left to surprise you or goad you about your own sexuality you might as well give it up.
Twist and turn in my leanings

you, Bridge, I read for the startling surprise

am not disappointed


Goad and poke my sexuality you do, more thought is given after reading you, and examining my reactions to your thoughts, then other JOL members...

You tilt my view, backwards and sideways
 
rosco rathbone said:
The problem is that my sexuality is rape-based and even "oh baby, rape me" is like dipping the bone in ice water.

That crap about suddenly succumbing turns my stomach. It's where some of the old-style boddice rippers had it going on. Yeah, yeah, the heroes were generally ravishers, but there were always evil side-characters that got to have a go at the heroine with nary a heart or flower in sight.

And then times changed and women weren't supposed to like that anymore so they didn't write it anymore --- with rare exceptions.
 
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