Jacking-Off Log

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Home from a whirlwind vacation. Twenty four hour home-stretch drive. Showered, then collapsed in bed for an exhausted but fucking explosive jack. Saw stars.

Passed out after, coated with seed.

I just came here to briefly log this jack, but then I read the following.

VermilionSkye said:
waking and wanting

My eyes still closed and daydreaming this morning of waking up and kissing a trail up his stomach, all over his chest, into the curve of his neck and whispering, "Please..."

His hands pushing me higher above him, kissing my breasts, my stomach, the tops of my thighs, until I was straddling his warm mouth and his hands were on either side of my hips and pulling down to him as I held onto the headboard and began slowly rocking back and forth.
Moans and gasps escaping my mouth and growing louder as he kissed my puffy pink lips. Sucking and flicking my hard clit, sucking my sweet, sticky lips, pulling harder and harder down, tongue finding it's way inside, thrusting in and out, 'round and 'round. My hips bucking and rocking in a frenzy, my breath coming in loud gasps and moaning. Cursing, crying out, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck ME!!" YESSSS
Warm, creamy, honeyed juices covering his beautiful face...
I ease myself down and kiss him. Tasting me, licking all of it off, and kissing him long and hard, moaning into his mouth and begging for more.
Without word, he pushes me down into the bed and stares intently into my eyes and ever so slowly pushes inside of me. I wrap my legs around him, my hips softly grinding up to him as he thrusts slow and deliberate, the scent of sex filling the air around us. So heady and sweet.
Kissing becomes more urgent, deeper, longer, meeting the timing of his cock thrusting inside of. Each thrust causing me to gasp, moan, and cry out for him.
Harder, harder, harder. My hands grabbing, pulling. More, more, more!!
Begging for cum, begging for him, meeting him thrust for thrust, only to hear him growl out my name as he fills me with what I crave...

*throbbing growl*

Incoming.
 
Three jacks last night.

Another pending.

My cock is very demanding at the moment.
 
tortoise said:
Other way around.

He's calling the shots at the moment, I'm just his puppet.
reminds me of a song

"i'll do anything...... i'm your puppet"
 
Five. In less than 24 hours. And still consumed.

I was caught blatantly staring at a beautiful mouth today. Full, voluptuous lips, with a sculptural curve to them. I just smiled when she caught me. Pointless to act innocent. "Yes, I am imagining your lips wrapped around my cock. Is that a problem?" Somehow it seems less crass than staring at tits or ass, even though the daydream accompaniment is far more intimate.
 
I have been insatiable lately. Is it the heat? The season? The company?

I can remember a time when I would hold off taking my release because of religious convictions, convinced that if I didn't touch myself, I would somehow be touched by God. What a crock of bull that was. In the end I learned that knowing myself is the closest I've come to rapture (and I'm not talking "knowing" in the physical sense, not completely). By knowing just what arouses me, be it the subtle nuance of warm breath on the back of my neck, or the vision of a well turned thigh on a man cycling or hiking by, or even just the sensation of being in the presence of undeniable masculinity, I've become more confident in my sexuality, a discovery I wouldn't have made had I remained so piously untouchable.

Insatiable. It's a good thing. Right?
 
*shivery*

tortoise said:
Five. In less than 24 hours. And still consumed.

I was caught blatantly staring at a beautiful mouth today. Full, voluptuous lips, with a sculptural curve to them. I just smiled when she caught me. Pointless to act innocent. "Yes, I am imagining your lips wrapped around my cock. Is that a problem?" Somehow it seems less crass than staring at tits or ass, even though the daydream accompaniment is far more intimate.
 
tortoise said:
Home from a whirlwind vacation. Twenty four hour home-stretch drive. Showered, then collapsed in bed for an exhausted but fucking explosive jack. Saw stars.

Passed out after, coated with seed.

I just came here to briefly log this jack, but then I read the following.



*throbbing growl*

Incoming.
*growls long right back at you*

Soooo good you're back! I hope you had a kick ass time on that vacation.
 
This girl I've liked for a while just started flirting with me.

Beat off to how I imagine it will eventually go down.
 
MechaBlade said:
This girl I've liked for a while just started flirting with me.

Beat off to how I imagine it will eventually go down.
that is exciting :)
those are the best anticipation, rl jacks.

I wish you would have shared how you want it to go down.
 
post jack, still twitching, the toy comes out with an audible *pop*

so wet, my juices were trickling from the tip.

i laid back and drizzed them over my tits, like i was icing a cake.

posting naked, with a sticky chest.
 
Insatiable. Yeah.

Can barely walk in public, lately. My cock keeps making its presence known to me, which exponentially increases the danger that it will make its presence known to the world at large. The solid heft of it. The friction of the raised crown against the weave of my boxer briefs. Once it calls attention to itself, it's a slippery slope to tumescence.

The fact that it is sundress season complicates matters. Bare shoulders, necks, backs. Fuck. The feast is visual, but also olfactory. The smell of sunwarmed feminine skin is intoxicating and indescribable. At times I feel like Jean-Baptiste Grenouille in Süskind's Perfume. Or "Multiple Miggs" in Silence of the Lambs: "I can smell your cunt."

Except, you know, not all murdery and stuff.

Just fucking insatiable.
 
tortoise said:
Insatiable. Yeah.

Can barely walk in public, lately. My cock keeps making its presence known to me, which exponentially increases the danger that it will make its presence known to the world at large. The solid heft of it. The friction of the raised crown against the weave of my boxer briefs. Once it calls attention to itself, it's a slippery slope to tumescence.


Just fucking insatiable.
*squirm*
 
Just yesterday...do to a power failure, the kids were unexpectedly gone to their dads as a result (insert a whining "I'm hot" in the barely 71 degree house). Oh well, I took full advantage of it. ;-)

In our bedroom on the bed with my laptop. Reading a lit type story. Something about kissing cousins or uncles and nieces or something like that.

Tried out one of my wife's butt plugs. Oh My God, what an intense orgasm. I did something I rarely do. I shot it all over my chest. It seemed like a lot. I could feel my heartbeat against the plug. And the way my sphincter clenched....WOWSA, It was truly awesome.

Then I cleaned up and my wife came home and we had sex also. I chose not to tell her about it. For some reason she doesn't like it when I have a bit of solo sex. Maybe she feels left out or something, I don't know....hmmm. Not to mention the plug. She likes using it on me, but somehow I think she wouldn't like me using it by myself.

Oh well, I had a good time.

Texan065
 
*picturing the boxer briefs*

*shiver*

tortoise said:
Insatiable. Yeah.

Can barely walk in public, lately. My cock keeps making its presence known to me, which exponentially increases the danger that it will make its presence known to the world at large. The solid heft of it. The friction of the raised crown against the weave of my boxer briefs. Once it calls attention to itself, it's a slippery slope to tumescence.

The fact that it is sundress season complicates matters. Bare shoulders, necks, backs. Fuck. The feast is visual, but also olfactory. The smell of sunwarmed feminine skin is intoxicating and indescribable. At times I feel like Jean-Baptiste Grenouille in Süskind's Perfume. Or "Multiple Miggs" in Silence of the Lambs: "I can smell your cunt."

Except, you know, not all murdery and stuff.

Just fucking insatiable.
 
Andraste said:
post jack, still twitching, the toy comes out with an audible *pop*
so wet, my juices were trickling from the tip.
i laid back and drizzed them over my tits, like i was icing a cake.
posting naked, with a sticky chest.

oh my.

I need to start keeping a "best of Andraste posts" file somewhere....
 
tortoise said:
Insatiable. Yeah.

Can barely walk in public, lately. My cock keeps making its presence known to me, which exponentially increases the danger that it will make its presence known to the world at large. The solid heft of it. The friction of the raised crown against the weave of my boxer briefs. Once it calls attention to itself, it's a slippery slope to tumescence.

The fact that it is sundress season complicates matters. Bare shoulders, necks, backs. Fuck. The feast is visual, but also olfactory. The smell of sunwarmed feminine skin is intoxicating and indescribable. At times I feel like Jean-Baptiste Grenouille in Süskind's Perfume. Or "Multiple Miggs" in Silence of the Lambs: "I can smell your cunt."

Except, you know, not all murdery and stuff.

Just fucking insatiable.
I just love the fact that you used the term 'murdery.' :D
 
Andraste said:
post jack, still twitching, the toy comes out with an audible *pop*

so wet, my juices were trickling from the tip.

i laid back and drizzed them over my tits, like i was icing a cake.

posting naked, with a sticky chest.

(suddenly craving cake.)
 
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