Jacking-Off Log

[Samael]

Ah such sweet jacks and jills. Has inspired me once again to sit at my desk and think of all these lovely images and squirt my cum all over my stomach!

 

[MechaBlade]

I had a really hot dream during my day nap. In it, I realized I was dreaming and went about making the hot girl with whom I was in the pool service me. Instead of my usual hey-it's-a-dream-let's-do-anal scene, I had her suck on my dick and balls, her finally finishing me off by swimming behind me, reaching in front of me, and jerking me off into the pool. And in this dream world, that only made me hornier and harder (although the O was pitifully small).

Such an arousing dream, I had an actual horniness jack for the first time in five or so days. I think I haven't had much inspiration lately, that's why.

 

[Quint]

I'm in one of those phases again. Like sluggish electricity pulsing in the air.

Been craving unknown dick. I get in this mood and even though I know tonight is Date Night and T says he's planning something special, all I want is to walk outside in my little pink slutwear and find some random dick to ride. I think about this sensation, this craving the untried, every time I look at my title.

Strangerdicking. Yes.

But it's more. I crave to feel the unknown but I also crave to be the unknown, the outsider. Reading through the past 10 pages of shame and disgust, the lust has come from watching the people I lust after lusting after others. Is that the premise of cuckolding? Because it's sick shit, man. Getting off on being ignored, forgotten, unnoticed. What dark and self-loathing corner did I find myself in? Yet the electricity still throbs in dark blue pulses and I'm compelled to throb with it.

Sometimes I hold back, even here. Naked is easy. This is stripped.

 

[bridgeburner]

Quint

I was going to say "hey Q" and then I realized that together you guys are QT....which could be either "adorable" or "downlow" depending on your prefrence.

Not that that has anything to do with anything - back to the subject at hand.

Strangerdicking - love this term!

I can relate to the craving to both be and experience the unknown. I'm not particularly turned on by being forgotten, but I do find some comfort in it. Not that I can predict that kind of thing --- whether or not some random guy will remember having had sex with me.

If it's someone I'm going to run into again, I'd prefer not to be forgotten or disdained -- casual no-big-deal is fine, but not "have we met?" I'm easy to wound and humiliation doesn't turn me on when it's directed at me except in extremely specific situations.

Hell, I just wish anything was really revving me up at the moment. Nothing last night, again. I shouldn't have tried. I knew it was going to be tough, but I thought I'd be okay since I'd had a decent one yesterday afternoon. No such luck and now no jacking at all for the next three days since I've got company.

Maybe the orgone hole will have moved on by Monday.

 

[Samael]

I understand what you ladies are saying. A one time roll in the sheets is a lot of fun. But when you might see them again, well it is always nice to have made a good impression and at least remember names.

But then again it is always fun to be a stranger and just have a one timer, no names just pure out and out fucking for pleasure and pleasure alone. Damn it has been a long time since I have had that.

 

[Andraste]

fantasies of drugged & drowsy forced orgasms before the camera.
my body limp and unresponsive to my desire to escape.
pushing my electrodes into my cervix, the stinging pulses so intense.
a vibe pushed hard into my clit.
skirt pulled up, panties around ankles, breasts crudely exposed.
in my mind his whispered cruelty, a dirty whore to react, getting wet, whimpering, jerking, giving into sensation.

best orgasm in forever.

 

[luxey313]

But it's more. I crave to feel the unknown but I also crave to be the unknown, the outsider. Reading through the past 10 pages of shame and disgust, the lust has come from watching the people I lust after lusting after others. Is that the premise of cuckolding? Because it's sick shit, man. Getting off on being ignored, forgotten, unnoticed. What dark and self-loathing corner did I find myself in? Yet the electricity still throbs in dark blue pulses and I'm compelled to throb with it.

Sometimes I hold back, even here. Naked is easy. This is stripped.

this post is right on

 

[rosco rathbone]

Rub, rub, rub,
My little nub.
Dreaming of a girl,
But I spit no pearl.
So I put it away,
For another day.

Not bad at all, Dizzy!


I had a long jack last night thinking about black philanthropy, planning and schemeing various aspects of it, but my cock never got fully hard and I never oed. I was reading Fiasco the whole time and my mind was half on acts of oral kindness and half on I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby, L. Paul "Jerry" Bremer, and the rest of those frat boy morons.

 

[Quint]

this post is right on

I don't get how you guys understand me when I don't even fucking understand myself...

....but it turns me on.

Time for a change.

 

[Batch]

what will happen if

it stays gone?

will the energy be changed into something else within

sharper clearer

creating or birthing

 

[Oscuridad]

Been hiding, have we?

 

[Canis_latrans]

perhaps

 

[DizzyHarrison]

Feeling better today, had to really work at it to spit. But it felt so good.

Why is it harder to jack off when you are sick?

 

[Canis_latrans]

all that energy

you would use for the Jack
is needed for the Healing

 

[tortoise]

I don't get how you guys understand me when I don't even fucking understand myself...

....but it turns me on.

Time for a change.

Hey there. Haunting eyes.

...

Various stimuli that have been simmering in me for the past few days came to a head this evening with a ferociously toe curling office chair jack. The images were jumbled, but the overall mental state was quite clear: raw primal power. Cock as weapon. No, more like cock as seige engine. Cock trebuchet. Unfettered. Uncivilized. Unleashed. Merciless. My abdomen nearly cramped from the sheer force of the expulsion, almost doubling over with each blast. Mighty salvoes of searing seed.

 

[tortoise]

my face up-turned
taking in the spray on my face
my legs spread apart
my hands held palms up, welcoming it
a few drops at first
then pouring, splashing on my face

nips hard like pebbles
my jeans clinging, wetly
the earthy scent all around me
as the ground shook and rumbled
pink skin showing

let it pour, let it rain

that's what did it for me today.

the rain

Delicious, Skye. I love the rain.

This reminds me of my rainy morning hike, and the fantasy that it inspired.

 

[JustSkye]

Delicious, Skye. I love the rain.

This reminds me of my rainy morning hike, and the fantasy that it inspired.

That was soooo very erotic, passionate, and raw. Damn!

I love reading the fantasies you leave us with!

 

[Cleopatra]

This,

Various stimuli that have been simmering in me for the past few days came to a head this evening with a ferociously toe curling office chair jack. The images were jumbled, but the overall mental state was quite clear: raw primal power. Cock as weapon. No, more like cock as seige engine. Cock trebuchet. Unfettered. Uncivilized. Unleashed. Merciless. My abdomen nearly cramped from the sheer force of the expulsion, almost doubling over with each blast. Mighty salvoes of searing seed.

and this...

She starts to lower her shorts. Slowly. Inch by tantalizing inch, revealing the luscious hemispheres of her ass to my eyes. To the lens. Click. Click.

Drip. Drip. I'm so focused on her flesh that I see them splash on her ass cheeks before I even feel them. Fat drops of rain. Fuck. My camera.

Without a word, without taking my eyes off of her more than strictly necessary, I move to place the camera in the tent. Zip it closed. Protected. But no more images. Fuck.

She's not stopping, unfazed by the rain. Fabric still sliding. Revealing. Exposing. I should ask her if she wants to stop. Adjourn to my tent. Fuck her senseless to the crescendoing rhythm of the rain.

Fuck that. It's a warm rain. And look at her. Look at the drops cascading down her flesh. So fucking beautiful. The slow tease of it. This girl. She knows exactly how to drive me wild. Instinctive.

I open my mouth to speak, to tell her how beautiful she is, but no words come out. We've moved beyond words. I move closer. Close enough to touch. Aching to touch. To take. Mine.

But I don't. Not yet. This part of the dance isn't over yet. As her entire ass is revealed in all its glory, she yanks her shorts and panties down. Off. Glancing back over her shoulder. Watching me, watching her. Her hands slide wetly over her glistening, gyrating ass. Fuck. My eyes dart to hers, then back to her ass, unable to leave it. Devouring it, every detail.

She bends at the waist. Leans against a tree. Legs straight. Hands cupping her dripping ass. Squeezing. Kneading. Her small hands doing what my large hands want to do. Ass grinding, small tight circles. Dancing. Gyrating. Fuck. Can't breathe. It's only through sheer force of will that I am able to keep from reaching. Clutching. Taking. Fuck.

Her eyes are narrowed. Almost closed. As I fumble for my belt, though, they get wide. Pleading. Soft animal moan from her lips. I should tease her, but I can't. Too far gone for such niceties. Unbuckle. Unbutton. Unzip. Yank them off. Cock springing. Jutting. Taut. Frantically yanking my shirt off. Tossing aside, who cares where.

Her moans take on a plaintive tone. Please, her moans say. Please. Now.

As our fucklust builds in intensity, so does the rain. Pelting us now. Pouring. Drenching. Stinging her naked ass and lower back. My shoulders. Rivulets running, cooling our flushed skin, connecting the humming nerve endings.

With a growl and a hard convulsive shiver, I reach for her. Electric contact. Still contained, though. Just touching, not taking. Trembling. Sliding over her wet ass. Feeling. Investigating. Fingers traveling the path my eyes took. Wet globes. Warm crevice. Lower. Oh fuck. A different wetness. Slick. Slightly viscous. Fuck. Sliding in. Just a fingertip. Soft. Wet. Hot. Mine. Mine.

I withdraw. Pause. She moans. Pleading. Breathless. I move closer. Cock brushing the back of her thigh. Wet velvety cocktip. Wet thigh. Her thighs part. Ass arching. Begging now. Please.

Withraw again. Just then, I am struck by the feel of the cool rain pelting my hard cock. I can practically feel the drops steaming. Driving rain. An extension of our fucklust. Conduit for our hunger. We're not touching, but the rain is connecting us.

Moving in. Tip of my wet cock pressing. Poised. She pushes back, not even meaning to. Involuntary. Aching to be filled. My hand grip her waist, firmly. Hold her steady. Not yet. Holding here, just at her opening. Just the tip, pressing into her. Feel the rain, connecting. Running down her slit, mixing with her nectar, coating my cockhead. Dripping. Wet. Hot. Where does the rain stop and her juice begin? They are one and the same. The storm is our lust. Feeds our lust. Fed by our lust. Holding until the last possible moment, until I can't take it any more, until I have to be inside her...

Firm, hard, deep plunge, just as a bolt of lightning flashes overhead.

will do it for me. Thanks. Mmm.

 

[Andraste]

no jacking, just zapping.
decided to keep my cunt electrodes in all day.
something so calming about it...

 

[tortoise]

This,

and this...

will do it for me. Thanks. Mmm.

Thank you. *growl*

 

[bridgeburner]

Going fucking crazy. Will report later.

 

[Batch]

comes and goes

all pretty fucking pointless

even when it happens

what the hell is the point anyways?

rhetorical questioning of my own inner demons gnawing at the perception and reality of

fidelity and the truth of life, how they all twist together, rough skeins of human need with no basis on the present.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

We got home last night and I was a bit tipsy and feeling sooo frisky. I went to go pee and my pussy was so open and full and lusty. My clit was throbbing and hard and popped out, so I jiggled my clit while sitting on the toilet, mmmm I was craving his touch, smell, taste.

I called him into the bathroom and made him stand in front of me, I pulled out his cock and started rubbing my face all over it, while still jiggling my clit and fingering myself my pussy making sloppy gushy wet noises now.

I lustfully shoved his cock in my mouth and sucked with abandon while getting my fucking pussy off. HE promptly squirted his hot load down my throat while I finger fucked my sloppy cunt to a nice fat O.

 

[Bacetti]

My body craving him...aching for the feel of his fingers plunging into me. Slightly scraping the walls of my cunt. One finger too many.. the pleasure bordering on discomfort making me wet. Pulling out of me just as the orgasm begins to rip through me. Vacant pussy clenching searching for something to suck.

Him...on his knees...jacking his cock as he torments me. Cum shooting in perfect arcs onto my tummy as he snarls at my complaints.

 

[Quint]

We had intentions to fist, which were mostly thwarted. I swear, I didn't know it was possible to get tighter over time! Regardless, much happy fuckery ensued, and yet...

And yet I had to get my own again tonight before heading off to work. Standard sadosexual mindporn of squealing virgins being violated, the first spurt of unwanted tears, gaping mouths unable to grasp what has just happened. It's going to be a good night.