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Batchoohus said:
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


wow, cool!

Thanks, Batch :eek:
 
ForeverNAlways said:
I really don't think you're in the minority, at least not of one.

And on the flip side of that - I find many of the fantasies or thoughts posted here intriguing, even the rougher ones that don't appeal to my own triggers. It's really like a lot of porn images - they may intrigue me but they rarely arouse me. The relaying of someone else's fantasies is much like that. If I know them well, and if their thoughts push some of my buttons, I'm likely to be more intrigued, is all.

And sometimes by something outside my comfort zone. Which i find to be one of the most interesting by products of this sharing we do here.

Yes, I'm often intrigued as well. I like to study others, as if they were bugs.
 
bridgeburner said:
wow, cool!

Thanks, Batch :eek:
Knowing that we'll never have coffee or pie, reading these intimate thoughts, regret filled this

ah, not meaning to embarrass

just
wishing to express, by drawing from my slow brain, something that might make sense
 
Batchoohus said:
Knowing that we'll never have coffee or pie, reading these intimate thoughts, regret filled this

ah, not meaning to embarrass

just
wishing to express, by drawing from my slow brain, something that might make sense


Never say never, I've met several netizenz in odd places over the course of the last ten years. And the embarrass icon was the closest I could find to a blush. I suck at emoticons.

It's been a very blushy weekend for me with unexpected compliments. I'm happily socking them away for dry spells. ;->
 
Hester said:
yes, the good ones. the better for him, the better for me. kinkier, as well.

Hm. Can't say I've ever done that, so far as I recall. But now that you've put that virus in my brain, I can imagine how it might be used to kick up the heat a bit. Thanks.

Batchoohus said:
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.

Communication constitutes the reality it seems merely to represent. Watch your step, Batch!

rapscallion said:
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.

Yeah, professors bore the fuck out of me, too.
 
Hamletmaschine said:
Communication constitutes the reality it seems merely to represent. Watch your step, Batch!

As I am a devote vanilla tinge creature in ths realm, fear not, I am in little danger of

being consumed, by stonger denizens, that wander about, and I have many protectors.
 
Batchoohus said:
what if it was a Really big bug?

I am there.

Rosco said:
Do you even jerk off?? I see you more as an android.

You see me as an android? My Nuclear Forklift Jack is golden.

Fiest Condoms? You cannot buy shit like that around here.
 
found a loophole in the jacking mojo problem and have spent the afternoon lolling about in bed, alternately on lit, reading a book, and making up for lost jacks.

viva la loophole!
 
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.

Fucking delicious.

Hester said:
found a loophole in the jacking mojo problem and have spent the afternoon lolling about in bed, alternately on lit, reading a book, and making up for lost jacks.

viva la loophole!

Huzzah for loopholes! An afternoon spent indulging in jacks and reading sounds like heaven right about now.

I'm brimming with hike-fueled fucklust right now. Endorphins tickling my brain and my cock. Mind awash in carnal images, and body aching to perform them.

I have never had so much fucking energy in my life. It feels unbelievable. Inexhaustible. I tried my damnedest to exhaust myself on my hike, running up some of the steepest hills I've ever seen. Nothing doing. When I got to the top, I was still bursting with energy.

Yeah. This energy gets me fucking hot. A new experience for me.
 
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?

It never purges the fantasy, I don't think, but it doesn't necessarily make me want to enact it, either. Some fantasies I have no intention of ever enacting, and some I plan on indulging in to my heart and cock's content. It does make these latter fantasies feel more real to express them.

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.

Right. If I have no interest in the person, it's very unlikely that their fantasy is going to speak to me. My interest doesn't even necessarily have to be sexual in nature for it to enhance it, though of course that is the hottest scenario.

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.

*shudder*
 
A guy once picked me up by having me relate the details of a sexual encounter I'd had with a friend of his. The conversation was hotter than the sex I was talking about by about eleventy degrees. This is one of the ones that I can jump start a jack remembering --- the guy I had the conversation with, not the guy we were talking about. Conversation Man was one of the best fucks of my life.

The details of the discussion weren't hot, it was the sense of being interrogated. And all the while he had this gleefully smug look on his face as if he knew I both wanted and didn't want to tell him. It was like being questioned by an authority figure about something you've done wrong----you're embarassed as hell about whatever you've done to get called on the carpet but the need to confess is overwhelming.

He pushed my buttons right -- made me feel instantly that I couldn't refuse to tell him any intimate thing he asked. How big was the guy? Did I have trouble taking him? Did he take me from behind? Was I sore the next day? Did I come?

And the whole time I'm blushing and looking away and nervous laughing and stammering but I don't ever not answer what he's asked in full detail and the longer it goes on the more aroused I get. If he'd told me to drop my panties and bend over the cafe table we were seated at I probably would have done it without question.

I consider myself lucky that he actually wanted to fuck me and not just fuck with me. He could have annihilated me by getting up and walking away. That's the kind of ego-hit I consider a no-go in the Mind Fuck department, but I know a few folks for whom that ego blow would've been hotter than any sex that happened afterward.



Jacked yesterday and today to solid O's.
 
I liked what I read and I kept going with it. I guess I am still learning the rules.

My bad ForeverNAlways.
 
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I'm thinking the number of times this morning will do it, but the thoughts I'll be having all day will only make me want more.

7 is not enough.

I think I need a nap lol
 
Seven.

Yum.

I'm in insatiable mode, too. I fucking love it. Simmering fever pitch. Humming like a struck tuning fork. Boundless fucking energy.

Spring is definitely in my blood. I can feel it coursing.
 
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