Jacking-Off Log

[luxey313]

I watched a favorite scene from a Rocco porn
he has chicks stacked, face down on each other
back to tit
legs spread
fingering their asses, shaking the shit out of his fingers in there
going ass to ass
mouth to mouth
with his fingers
fucking hole to hole
I imagine him telling which one feels better
who is tighter
the other just waiting to get filled again, hoping her pussy and ass feels as good
as the other girl's
while fucking the girl on the bottom
holding the girl on top's holes open
spitting in them- laughing
the girls holding each others hands
crying, tears dripping from the girl on top
onto the girl on the bottom's face
from being fucked so hard with no consideration
just holes there to be used

...yeah

 

[katiebarthedoor]

I watched a favorite scene from a Rocco porn
he has chicks stacked, face down on each other
back to tit
legs spread
fingering their asses, shaking the shit out of his fingers in there
going ass to ass
mouth to mouth
with his fingers
fucking hole to hole
I imagine him telling which one feels better
who is tighter
the other just waiting to get filled again, hoping her pussy and ass feels as good
as the other girl's
while fucking the girl on the bottom
holding the girl on top's holes open
spitting in them- laughing
the girls holding each others hands
crying, tears dripping from the girl on top
onto the girl on the bottom's face
from being fucked so hard with no consideration
just holes there to be used

...yeah

...yeah is fucking right.

 

[luxey313]

...yeah is fucking right.

'tis hot
that is one of my trusty jackies

 

[Cleopatra]

I'm feeling the need, but utterly lack the imagination today.

Maybe I'll just go make a salad. Substitute one need for another?

 

[unregistered]

 

[Batch]

I'm feeling the need, but utterly lack the imagination today.

Maybe I'll just go make a salad. Substitute one need for another?

or chocolate?

 

[luxey313]

or chocolate?

thanks for the youtube link

 

[Cleopatra]

or chocolate?

-nods-

I'll take the phenylethylamine anyway I can get it.

 

[tortoise]

...phenylethylamine...

*sports wood*

 

[luxey313]

*sports wood*

I got a girly bone from it.
I love when she talks like that.

 

[tortoise]

I got a girly bone from it.
I love when she talks like that.

Yeah. Makes me want to bond with her aromatic ring.

 

[Batch]

thanks for the youtube link

bless you my Sweet.

any time...

that's how I roll, I am a generous kind of Perv.

 

[Cleopatra]

Yeah. Makes me want to bond with her aromatic ring.

Share the electrons, baby.

Okay, I'm finished.

 

[Batch]

-nods-

I'll take the phenylethylamine anyway I can get it.

I still have almost two and a half pounds of that milk chocolate to share...

*hands you a wedge of milk chocolate*

*licks my fingers*

 

[rosco rathbone]

I jacked last night trying to go to sleep. I was totally wired until about 4 Am. I was thinking about some kind of vending machine which just had a rubber orifice in it like the receptacle end of a fleshlight, and slots for money. You'd pay and then stick your cock in and for a small fee it would give you the sensation of amazing french.

I was picturing a scene in a movie directed by me, kind of a bill and todds excellent adventure where they either go to the future, or to japan...somewhere these machines exist...and then one of them becomes addicted to them like old ladies with the vegas slots and is always jonesing for change (to make it funnier, the machines would only take quarters and these would be hard to come by). I pictured this character sort of shot from the rear, spread-eagled trying to embrace the refrigerator-sized vending machine, with hands curled in claws of ecstasy. I was jacking leisurely thinking about ways to humiliate porno starlets and then I lost wood and drifted off.

Then I had one of the weirdest dream nights in a long career on the astral. it kicked off with about 4 false awakenings, one after the other...I'd sit bolt upright, gasping with terror from a nightmare and think whew, it was only a dream...then notice that the light on stereo was on...I never leave it on...very queer...someone seems to have moved it away from the wall...better get up to investigate....all these wires have been spliced into the back, what the fuck is going on?...a slim, hi-tech recording device has been patched in, but the responsible parties seem to have left in a hurry, their work half-finished. Recalled to the astral no doubt.

Then other dreams too outre to relate, culminating in an erotic extravaganza where I had 6 women, all of whom had left their husbands and boyfriends in order to act as harem girls to me. They'd all lie around in a big pile stoking me and never show any jealousy....until they got me one on one. Each one managed to get me alone in the course of the dream and turn the full force of her seductive powers on me in an attempt to gain the upper hand. Most of the boyfriends and husbands were lesser men, but one of them gave me cause for concern.

He was a long-haired Mexican who was lying on the floor. I challenged him to a duel, as I was a master of the fast draw but he scoffed and said that no man could outdraw him. "Watch" he said, and instantly a small pistol was in his hand pointing at my third eye. "Do that again" said I. He did, giggling with sinister glee, and then as soon as he'd got the drop on me, lunged forward and took my hand between his teeth like a crazy dog that doesn't know itself whether it is playing or attacking.

Then he was showing me his hobby; squirting irritant spray all over one of those face-masks designed to block out the light and give restful sleep (I use one). Then he drew up a syringe full of glowing red fluid, like radioactive fruit punch, and shot it all over me. I withdrew shuddering in disgust and horror, thinking that it was some kind of hellish itching solution or something like that.

The alarm awoke me . I made an utmost effort to rejoin the waking world, but everything seemed absurd and dreamlike. The first thing that crossed my mind was something I'd heard the day before..."Paddy died of pancreatic cancer". This phrase and everything it connoted seemed so strange and preposterous. Is this the supposed real world that we live in? I dragged myself into the bathroom and jacked off monotonously and mostly asleep. "Men squeeze seed from fleshly tubes in the morning time" I thought to myself. "Am I awake?" In the darkened streets a man passed by hooded like a gnome, talking to himself on a cell phone. I wasn't able to feel that I'd escaped dreamland for another hour.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

. . . I wasn't able to feel that I'd escaped dreamland for another hour.

Mescalito paid you a little visit last night, did he?

Jeez, man, I haven't had a flashback like that since about '78 or so.

 

[Hester]

the sensation of amazing french.

what is this french you speak of?

 

[mattdchef]

don't usually post here but.....hope you enjoy



.....the day was filled with sexual tension. unsaid thoughts of wanting to ravish each other. and the spoken ones of what we would do. the toys we would use. places we would fuck. things i wanted to do to her and what she wanted to do to me. she did know but i was slowly stroking my cock as we talked. building the tension. it all came to a head when she shared a fantasy about me. i excused my self. went into the sower.... the warm water splashed over me. soaping my body my hands went one again to my hard wanting cock.....i closed my eyes as i pictured her in front of me. i took her head in my hands and pushed her to her knees....she sucked my in to her hungry waiting mouth....god sweetie I've waited so long to have you with me. to have you taste me. my hands fisted in her hair. pulling her beautiful face over me. fucking her mouth with reckless abandon. i came hard shooting spurts of hot cum down her throat

 

[bridgeburner]

This wasn't quite in the plan. The job from hell (actually the boss from hell, the job was just boring) got done. I scurried around glad to be free running errands hither and yon. Took a time out around 6pm or so to jack and the next thing I know I open my eyes and it's 4am.

It was a good strong O but certainly nothing to knock me on my ass for ten hours.

I shall endeavor to do better, but right now I don't even want to look at my bed.

 

[rosco rathbone]

beebs!

I jacked twice this day...first after rereading the "Chairman Mao's Robot" scene in Blind Date and second after reading the "Blind Date" scene. It was the Chinese girl that got me though. My bone was purple with engorged blood.

 

[bridgeburner]

Rosco!

I have also jayed twice this day. Kosinski's Blind Date scene was one of my favorite masturbatory tools when I was 15. I still go back to it occasionally, but today's ruminations were all about errant wives locked away in Victorian asylums.

Currently I'm cleaning house having switched my soundtrack from the Mars Volta to Ray La Montagne neither of which I find particularly sexy, but I'm betting I have at least one more solid O in me before the planet turns again.

 

[Samael]

thank you, Dunchad



I did play this morning, but only to take the edge off of what will be a truly hectic day.
*sigh* someone shoot me.

Your welcome gorgeous.

Can I shoot on you? Or all over you?

 

[Batch]

the cycle has reached a crescendo of

jaying pleasures

this happened several months ago...

I am exhausted and weakened...

 

[Samael]

Need some help....

Maybe someone to pick you and carry you to a bed?

 

[JustSkye]

Your welcome gorgeous.

Can I shoot on you? Or all over you?

That will make for some sticky painting