Jacking-Off Log

[YaYa_Sisterwho]

so totally embarrassed will not post this under my username
went out during lunch unto a long desert road, dirt even
and thought to sit and write
but
the urge arose in my with such unexpected clatter, the pad aside I did lay and my right hand with no conscious thought went down my pants
into my panties
and therein rested with the clit and playing I began

who the fuck is in control here?
my feeble brain questions

while my left hand lowers the seat and searches behind me for my computer case for my vibrator

and then in my pants this went to

who the fuck is in control here?

and it was on

pants not even undone, firmly pressed right there on my nub on high

plucking my left breast free and finally releasing my hand from the prison of jeans
and belt

oh, wanting to push the pants down and tear my clothes off be naked

swirling thoughts of hims, many hims, all the hims, mine for me, with the one simple phrase each gifts me with... whore, mine, little girl, Mistress, you know you want my cock in your cunt, and on and one, all mine masses frames, phrases

fuck can I scream this orgasm out to the world, there is sweat and effort and cunt need, where the hell does this rise from, and with no preparation,
the he multiple he, my cunt, your cock, my fingers fucking your hard here and in your ass, and I relish and writhe with the memory climbing and climbing
you fuckers!!! press it inpress in press force the clit to feel feelfind it dizzy unreality whirl harder fastermine fuck

fuck fuck fuck

and can't think afterwards

 

[tortoise]

[...]and can't think afterwards

*growl*

Love that insistent, uncontrollable need.

YaYas.

 

[JustSkye]

I held out for as long as I could. I lost count yesterday. I jacked so much, I went to bed with a headache. I thought cumming was supposed to relieve (at least a bit!) of my depravity and stop headaches, not give them!

What a mess it was.

 

[shewantsmore]

know the feeling,when you start to cum one is not enough,till your head starts spinning,

 

[JustSkye]

know the feeling,when you start to cum one is not enough,till your head starts spinning,

Well, it's a constant with me, but there are times when I can't get enough and just keep going and going.

 

[shewantsmore]

Well, it's a constant with me, but there are times when I can't get enough and just keep going and going.

know the feeling,one is never enough and they get better and stronger with everyone

 

[Andraste]

forcing out orgasms in a sleepy haze.

thinking about his hand replacing mine.

imagining aching hardless, urgent in desire to use me, denied a little longer...

 

[luxey313]

It's springtime in NYC and asses are everywhere. Fatties as the ghetto youth call them these days. Softies. Chubbies. In a week's time I'll be running around like a bowlegged R. Crumb character with my tongue lolling out of the side of my mouth and beads of cartoon sweat the size of golf balls shooting out of my brow.

I feel like I check out girls at the grocery or any other common place
just like a man does.
I get caught all the time at work checking out ass.
the guys I work with get a kick out of it.
little do they know the perv that remains underneath.

 

[Soo_Delicious]

Hmmmmm.....

At home between tasks with just a few moments...
Checked my e-mails and then at lit...
Pants down around ankles slowly stroking...
Feeling my balls fill with cum and churning...
Stroking hard and feeling balls tighten...
Then loosen as I wait...
Great feelings...

 

[Genrus]

.............

 

[tortoise]

Insatiable. Impossible to keep fucklustful thoughts from my mind for more than a few minutes at a time. Constant feral fever pitch.

Okay, we've established all that. I think a great deal of this fucklust stems from the fact that I'm feeling markedly better physically than I ever have in my life. Fitter. Stronger. Healthier.

All of that obviously has an effect on my libido. But let's leave the mind behind completely for a bit, and just concentrate on the body. Pure physical pleasure is taking on new heights, lately. Arousal feels more intense than it ever has. It's always felt amazing, but now it's transcendent. Jacking feels better than it ever has. Every stroke, every touch, every caress, every squeeze. My orgasms are fucking amazing, lately. Shuddering shimmering shaking shattering. Explosive.

Yeah.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

. . . I'm surrounded by lusciousness in my analog world. . . .

This is one reason I love my job.

 

[tortoise]

This is one reason I love my job.

I hear you, my fiend.

I work in a college town, too, practically on campus. Yum.

 

[rosco rathbone]

You fellows are lucky. I don't see anything during my workday but tattooed, hungover guys with missing teeth.

Day three and I'm starting to feeel a little bit tense. On edge. More venomous and virile. Walking through downtown Yonkers, which I refer to as "the black 1970s" since it is stuck in that era and style, I was taken aback by the sight of a girl in tight designer jeans talking on a cell phone as some mook tried to wrestle a baby seat out of the back of a giant cadillac. She had ghetto style which gives me a heinous bone. Straightened hair, the stiff, ironed, low-rent type. Something of a gorilla face--and a world class bubble. I stopped, aghast, full of conflicted emotions. I was spacing out staring at her, and my obvious thought, transmitted via my eyes, which was "I'd pull those jeans down and beat that ass with a strap until you cried like a baby", ignited two tiny smoking pinholes in the denim of her jeans. I came to and snapped out of my trance right as she commenced to slap her ass and curse, wondering at the thin trendrils of smoke rising upwards. I went my way chuckling with glee.

 

[tortoise]

I came to and snapped out of my trance right as she commenced to slap her ass and curse, wondering at the thin trendrils of smoke rising upwards. I went my way chuckling with glee.

Hah! You, sir, are fucking hilarious.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Hah! You, sir, are fucking hilarious.

Look into these burning eyes manseed<<<<<<<<<<<<,


Right through the embroidery on the ass pocket.

 

[tortoise]

Look into these burning eyes manseed<<<<<<<<<<<<,


Right through the embroidery on the ass pocket.

I'm right there with you on the burning assgaze, rapscallion.

A mutual friend of ours recently called me a "a homing pigeon for ass."

I prefer to think of myself as a dowsing rod for ass, but hers had a certain poetry about it.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I'm right there with you on the burning assgaze, rapscallion.

A mutual friend of ours recently called me a "a homing pigeon for ass."

I prefer to think of myself as a dowsing rod for ass, but hers had a certain poetry about it.

I can't think of dowsing rods without thinking of the passage from Hunter Thompson's Hell's Angels where he talks about the Angels running around northern california following their "dorks" like dowsing rods on the scent of youth nubiles to rape.

 

[Hester]

I'm right there with you on the burning assgaze, rapscallion.

A mutual friend of ours recently called me a "a homing pigeon for ass."

I prefer to think of myself as a dowsing rod for ass, but hers had a certain poetry about it.

i would characterize both you and wrathbone as ass raptors.

 

[tortoise]

i would characterize both you and wrathbone as ass raptors.

Hah! Oh, that's just perfect, A.

 

[Batch]

I confess I watch an ass stroll away

*bites lip*

and my, the thoughts that jumped about in my head

 

[Andraste]

liquid lunch...

fully clothed, breasts pulled out over my top, skirt up around my hips, sodden panties hanging from one knee.

legs wide, fucking myself hard with this plastic, thrusting, hurting, wishing it was you, bruised inside, smothering my cries with a mouthfull of pillow.

rough hammering, needing to feel grasping hands, pinching at my nipples, needing to hear those grunts, that stream of expletives, hips digging, hot breath.

more than anything needing the swell, the twitch, the throb, the warm, wet flow of your desire satisfied, cruel plastic denies me.

fucking, thrusting, the futile attempts to feel you there. needing the bruise, the force, the desire. frustrated, sore, smothering myself to hide the sounds of my sin.

giving in, giving up, resorting to my clit, rubbing out my own climax as a poor substitute for feeling yours.
emotional o, a dry sob, trembling thighs, the unnatural feeling of fresh panties on my tender cunt.

need unsatisfied.

 

[tortoise]

Fuck.

 

[Andraste]

Fuck.

 

[rosco rathbone]

i would characterize both you and wrathbone as ass raptors.

Haha, awesome!


Day four and the backlog is starting to affect my emotions. I was wondering today about how much testosterone is present in an ejaculation. When I o, I definitely suffer a loss of male force. Are women drinking this stuff? Someone taking the full brunt of an 8-day backup o directly on her brain ought to find her upper lip sprouting hair and her voice breaking, if it were so.