Jacking-Off Log

[rosco rathbone]

given your copious emissions i'll expect a package from you weekly. you, too, mex.

i figure between the two of you i can make do.

I, who can't throw out an old shoe??? You think I'd dispatch raw spream willy nilly for any postal employee with a sideline in casting spells to get their malicious little paws on?

 

[luxey313]

it has been a minute since I have reported a jack
sometimes I get jackfright, and get shy when posting them
it can be very nervewracking and a nice dish of shame
when I read what a whore I am in these posts

I have been stuck on not O'ing from him fucking me
how I better not or he will pull out
leave the room with me, ass up
gaping and crying
furiously trying to fill the void that is my cockless hole
but if I could be sneaky
and hold my O till his
I could get to orgasm, get all his seed up in me, and it is a win-win
so he is mid-O, pounding cervix, he couldn't pull out
of course I feel the guilt of the mess I just made on him
hell, whores are not supposed to feel anything- good or bad
when getting used
not being able to control myself is really the issue
or my slutty holes

 

[Shagly]

It's better in a waterbed.

 

[RawHumor]

another half dreaming, early morning wank.

he's eating my cunt, for his pleasure not mine, dragging me back to his mouth whenever i squirm away from the excessive stimulation.

he's standing over me, cock in hand, saying that if he does this he won't hold back, he won't stop, he'll hurt me.

i spread my knees wide, reach down to part my cunt, lay it open & wet for him, look into his eyes and whisper...please?

good O to start the day with.

Wow. That's, um, ya know, hot and stuff.

 

[MechaBlade]

given your copious emissions i'll expect a package from you weekly. you, too, mex.

i figure between the two of you i can make do.

Aside from the possible legal problem of sending what could be labeled "medical waste" through the postal service, I think it's way to much trouble to send you jizz-covered towelettes. Just come over and I'll swab your naked body with my spooge rag.

However, something tells me this will have the opposite effect and your cunt will instead flood like terrorists bombed the Hoover Dam.

 

[Hester]

Aside from the possible legal problem of sending what could be labeled "medical waste" through the postal service, I think it's way to much trouble to send you jizz-covered towelettes. Just come over and I'll swab your naked body with my spooge rag.

However, something tells me this will have the opposite effect and your cunt will instead flood like terrorists bombed the Hoover Dam.

remind me to stop coming to you for advice.

 

[Faneros]

remind me to stop coming to you for advice.

You can come with me, or on me anytime....

 

[MechaBlade]

remind me to stop coming to you for advice.

Just shut up and come over so I can rub my manseed into your skin.

 

[Hester]

i officially have no willpower. didn't even make it 24 hrs.

maybe i should just go for trying to cut down to once or twice a day. or just give it up, quit my job, and spend the rest of my life jacking in a small, disheveled room that smells like my pussy.

 

[Hester]

Just shut up and come over so I can rub my manseed into your skin.

i didn't know the patch came with a massage. i'm liking this.

 

[RawHumor]

or just give it up, quit my job, and spend the rest of my life jacking in a small, disheveled room that smells like my pussy.

Why the fuck does that idea excite me?

 

[basic_desires]

i officially have no willpower. didn't even make it 24 hrs.

maybe i should just go for trying to cut down to once or twice a day. or just give it up, quit my job, and spend the rest of my life jacking in a small, disheveled room that smells like my pussy.

Honestly, Hester, whats in a number.....just do it as often as your pussy needs it If you are at work, just do it discreetly under your desk or step out to the bathrooms for a moment or two. I often do that if its a particularly stressful day and just a quick rub, that silent climax, leaning against the wall with shaking knees, is like topping up with fuel, like a pit stop - ready to face the race again. Until next time...

 

[MechaBlade]

i officially have no willpower. didn't even make it 24 hrs.

maybe i should just go for trying to cut down to once or twice a day. or just give it up, quit my job, and spend the rest of my life jacking in a small, disheveled room that smells like my pussy.

That's what I thought we were all working towards. Getting enough money so that we can buy food and jack material.

i didn't know the patch came with a massage. i'm liking this.

It's a special we're having.

All seed must go!

 

[Hester]

It's a special we're having.

All seed must go!

fill my box!

 

[Quint]

After posting in that bebe81-1hf thread, I know what I'm jerkin off to tonight.

I'm such a leech on your lustwaves that I actually tracked your posts to see the thread you referenced. Maybe it would've made more wet spots if I were around here more and knew the two in question.

This has been about a week of daily jacks. I haven't done this since....well more than a year. I know it's a paltry sum compared to the seed generated by my peers, but I'm still proud the ol' motor still runs. When you change the batteries in your electric toothbrush more than you change the ones in your vibe, you know you're in a dry spell.

 

[MechaBlade]

I'm such a leech on your lustwaves that I actually tracked your posts to see the thread you referenced. Maybe it would've made more wet spots if I were around here more and knew the two in question.

This has been about a week of daily jacks. I haven't done this since....well more than a year. I know it's a paltry sum compared to the seed generated by my peers, but I'm still proud the ol' motor still runs. When you change the batteries in your electric toothbrush more than you change the ones in your vibe, you know you're in a dry spell.

You flatter me. And suddenly I'm inspired with a Quint-oriented fantasy.

Will report later if I jack to it and/or flesh it out.

 

[Hester]

what do you think walgreens will say if i go in and ask where the rathbonio patches are and if my insurance covers them?

 

[Douglas Lee]

Seven times today, all to this site.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Seven times today, all to this site.

Alright, I know a guy named Doug Lee. Your name is creeping me out!

 

[Samael]

Hester dear... I think you need to just let go one weekend and go all out to see how many times you can O. Then maybe you can go a couple of days without and build it all up again!

 

[rosco rathbone]

I had this sex dream in the early morning. I was in this big old hotel with a huge, Junoesque black lady who was a madame of a vast unseen whorehouse. She was something between a Harlem matriarch dressed up for church on Sunday morning and a ruined Whore Of Babylon, almost as tall as me with a Brobindnagian hourglass figure, a large and curly wig, a dress of black and purple spangles and a wizened face.

She was explaining how men still found her sexy. Who still finds you sexy, I asked. Big mens, she said. Mens big as me. I still gots my shape. Then she did a shimmy and I observed that her waist was, indeed, still smaller than her hips. I could clearly picture her boyfriend: a suitable mixture of Preacher and Pimp, about six-foot-nine and 20 stone, bald head, well-dressed, walks with limp and cane.

Then I had her pinned down on the floor underneath me and I fumbled her huge breasts out of the top of her gown so that they were trapped between my hands and our combined weight. I moulded and shaped them in an erotic frenzy as she squirmed in protest, saying "oh no, oh no. laws a mercy. he wouldn't like this. no sir. oh my." I had only a nightshirt on and I was wriggling around trying to make her dress ride up over her hips without letting go with my hands, so that I could stick it in. I was balanced between extreme lust and terror that her man would walk in at any time; and I wasn't sure if she was really protesting or merely egging me on, which of course egged me on all the more. My face was jammed in her sweet-smelling wig as I whispered nonsense in her ear, anything to distract her, just get it in!

The alarm went off at 630 so that I could call the union hall. After I called, I laid back and wanked to this dream. The O was big. I was lying on my back and my wide-spread legs lifted off the bed of their own accord, like wings, and it felt like someone had stuck a finger up my ass and goosed my gland. Spream went flying all over.

 

[MechaBlade]

I had this sex dream in the early morning. I was in this big old hotel with a huge, Junoesque black lady who was a madame of a vast unseen whorehouse. She was something between a Harlem matriarch dressed up for church on Sunday morning and a ruined Whore Of Babylon, almost as tall as me with a Brobindnagian hourglass figure, a large and curly wig, a dress of black and purple spangles and a wizened face.

She was explaining how men still found her sexy. Who still finds you sexy, I asked. Big mens, she said. Mens big as me. I still gots my shape. Then she did a shimmy and I observed that her waist was, indeed, still smaller than her hips. I could clearly picture her boyfriend: a suitable mixture of Preacher and Pimp, about six-foot-nine and 20 stone, bald head, well-dressed, walks with limp and cane.

Then I had her pinned down on the floor underneath me and I fumbled her huge breasts out of the top of her gown so that they were trapped between my hands and our combined weight. I moulded and shaped them in an erotic frenzy as she squirmed in protest, saying "oh no, oh no. laws a mercy. he wouldn't like this. no sir. oh my." I had only a nightshirt on and I was wriggling around trying to make her dress ride up over her hips without letting go with my hands, so that I could stick it in. I was balanced between extreme lust and terror that her man would walk in at any time; and I wasn't sure if she was really protesting or merely egging me on, which of course egged me on all the more. My face was jammed in her sweet-smelling wig as I whispered nonsense in her ear, anything to distract her, just get it in!

The alarm went off at 630 so that I could call the union hall. After I called, I laid back and wanked to this dream. The O was big. I was lying on my back and my wide-spread legs lifted off the bed of their own accord, like wings, and it felt like someone had stuck a finger up my ass and goosed my gland. Spream went flying all over.

My god, your jacks confuse and impress me.

I also had a sex dream this morn, but drastically less interesting. Three submissive girls, me realizing I was in some sort of dream state/alternate universe as usual, and me fucking their pussies and assholes. The usual dream biology inaccuracies were minor. At times, I grew close to waking and I noticed myself twitching my leg while lying in bed whenever I did a dream-thrust. Never noticed that before.

In fucking one of the girls' pussies, I felt the warm, wet, tight grip that only a quim possess and remembered why anal wasn't necessarily always better. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed, remembering the feeling.

It's been too long.

 

[drown]

engorged
beyond relief:

morning salute
sturdied by that
dull temple-headache.
so
reminiscent of the
middle school teacher titty dream-away bell rings;
how now to move?

embarassment then;

this morning, magnificence.

so resplendently awed...

a gift.

touch
would have been
defilement...

ass clench and release
an isometric
slow,
controlled calisthentic

arms, legs, neck, guts, temples, jaw
ankles, toes...

all
enraged it's beauty more...

tense and release
tense and release
clench
release
and arched rise...

never yet
the handling,
as
a panapoly of
fast-forward images
blurred through my soul;
ripping
snipped sounds
and smells
and music
to a delicious
white-noise pin-point
hum.....

screaming for
tactile immediacy
and yet,
entranced by the
forced denial.

how much farther
without...

never yet the hand.

eyes closed
focusing the blurr-strain;
on the
there,
the this,
the unknowned-ness
of the now.


teasing until
the hands...
so wanting to...
but no!

frantic grasp of crumpled sheets
beside me
tie-teasing the hands
away from...

and that,
the edge.

arched back
electric shock spasmatic tense


fuck!
fuck!
fuck!


never a fucking hand...
entirely
unattended...

release
flop
instant damp sweat

deep fucking sigh
and reel winding-down
taking with it
the dull head thump...

many moments
of
spiraling nothingness....

then reality

what a magnificent
morning
gift.

phoenix fleeting singular

never this
before.

serene awe.


​

 

[Guest]

engorged
beyond relief:

morning salute
sturdied by that
dull temple-headache.
so
reminiscent of the
middle school teacher titty dream-away bell rings;
how now to move?

embarassment then;

this morning, magnificence.

so resplendently awed...

a gift.

touch
would have been
defilement...

ass clench and release
an isometric
slow,
controlled calisthentic

arms, legs, neck, guts, temples, jaw
ankles, toes...

all
enraged it's beauty more...

tense and release
tense and release
clench
release
and arched rise...

never yet
the handling,
as
a panapoly of
fast-forward images
blurred through my soul;
ripping
snipped sounds
and smells
and music
to a delicious
white-noise pin-point
hum.....

screaming for
tactile immediacy
and yet,
entranced by the
forced denial.

how much farther
without...

never yet the hand.

eyes closed
focusing the blurr-strain;
on the
there,
the this,
the unknowned-ness
of the now.


teasing until
the hands...
so wanting to...
but no!

frantic grasp of crumpled sheets
beside me
tie-teasing the hands
away from...

and that,
the edge.

arched back
electric shock spasmatic tense


fuck!
fuck!
fuck!


never a fucking hand...
entirely
unattended...

release
flop
instant damp sweat

deep fucking sigh
and reel winding-down
taking with it
the dull head thump...

many moments
of
spiraling nothingness....

then reality

what a magnificent
morning
gift.

phoenix fleeting singular

never this
before.

serene awe.


​

*speechless*

 

[bridgeburner]

It seems to have been the week for sex dreams. I had one about a friend with whom I do not wish to intercourse although we have in the past. In it we were lying in bed and talking about some mundane thing and he kept leaning over to touch the tip of his tongue between my asscheeks and saying "How 'bout that?" every time as if there were something different in the style of each foray. There wasn't, but it seemed to be working for me in general only the idea of participating in such a thing with this particular friend eventually woke me up.