Jacking-Off Log

[Not Normal]

I am home today, by force of the gods or demons, I'm not quite sure... I'd just tossed myself back in bed, hoping for some of the sleep that eluded me last night... and was almost asleep, when my mind switched on... started to buzz... thinking about Him.

It's been a while since I thought about Him... mostly because I've been quite content with my honey, and have had no reason to wander into THOSE fantasies... the darker, more violent... more fulfilling ones... but He was there, in my mind.

I was laying on my stomach, and could almost FEEL the touch of His hands on my ass, pushing it up, raising it, to a level more convenient for His purposes. He was kneeling behind me, hands roaming over my big white butt, His dark skin a sharp contrast to mine.. His hard body a sharp contrast to mine... nothing about us matching, except desire.

I laid still, waiting for Him to manoeuvre me as He would- pulling my arms behind me, pressing my face down into the pillow, the anticipation of Him, causing my sex to slick and my nipples to perk, brushing against the sheets below me... He's not one for preamble, and He's not one to prepare you.. you're prepared, or you're not... that's not to say He doesn't enjoy getting a woman off... it's just that when He's ready- you'd better be.

I was ready... aching for Him, dripping for Him... craving Him... and just as, in my mind, He was ready to push into me, He flipped me over, leaving me laying on my own arms, open to Him...

I couldn't not touch myself anymore... reaching over to my night-stand, I rifled through the drawer, finally pulling out my vibrating egg... which I held to my clit, tormenting myself into gasps and moans, grinding it down on my tender cherry, bucking from the first, second... the third orgasm.... imagining Him kneeling between my thighs, watching with that amused, condescending look I'd imagine He'd have... watching His little slutgirl writhe, simply over the thoughts of Him....

still not enough... I needed more... the vibrating egg found its way inside my pussy, and my fingers flew over my clit in desperate circles... imagining Him shuffling closer, His thighs now touching mine, but nothing else... His eyes roaming over me, mocking me, and seducing me, all at the same time... another orgasm... I bucked, and would have slammed against His hard tummy, had he been there...

more.. I needed more... pushing the egg into my tight asshole, I rifled once again in the drawer, and found my very favourite glass dildo... knowing it would be cold, I wasted no time.... I slammed it inside of me, HARD, imagining it as His cock- possessive, strong, undeniable... and as it bottomed out, it hit the egg in my asshole, causing the entire thing to vibrate... my fingers of the right hand still flying circles over my cherry, the fingers of my left hand pinching and twisting my nipples... my entire body churning, building...

I exploded into an orgasm... so strong I pushed the dildo out of me a few inches (it's notched in such a way that that is REALLY fucking hard to do), and my entire body clenched into a ball....

I wish He'd been with me.

I've been semi-hard all morning, but just reading that almost made me cum...

BRAVO

 

[AngloSexon]

First good orgasm in quite a while.

I think guilt really fuels it.

If I don't want to orgasm; if I feel I shouldn't, if everything I'm thinking about, if everything I'm feeling, if even the timing is just wrong, then perfection is reached. It's just better if I have to fight with myself to orgasm.

And mantras of "you pathetic, disgusting, needy, cock-hungry, whore," help ever-so-much. It's like finally all the negative self-talk and self-abuse can be put to good use; I can call myself every name, I can degrade myself in any way, and rather than cycling into a depression, it just pushes me further toward a beautiful orgasm.

I came wishing someone else could see; that they could be as disgusted with my own masturbation as I was.

We keep telling you... Cam!

Bisex Watchers Brigade

 

[AngloSexon]

Originally Posted by LittleJade
I am home today, by force of the gods or demons, I'm not quite sure... I'd just tossed myself back in bed, hoping for some of the sleep that eluded me last night... and was almost asleep, when my mind switched on... started to buzz... thinking about Him.

It's been a while since I thought about Him... mostly because I've been quite content with my honey, and have had no reason to wander into THOSE fantasies... the darker, more violent... more fulfilling ones... but He was there, in my mind.

I was laying on my stomach, and could almost FEEL the touch of His hands on my ass, pushing it up, raising it, to a level more convenient for His purposes. He was kneeling behind me, hands roaming over my big white butt, His dark skin a sharp contrast to mine.. His hard body a sharp contrast to mine... nothing about us matching, except desire.

I laid still, waiting for Him to manoeuvre me as He would- pulling my arms behind me, pressing my face down into the pillow, the anticipation of Him, causing my sex to slick and my nipples to perk, brushing against the sheets below me... He's not one for preamble, and He's not one to prepare you.. you're prepared, or you're not... that's not to say He doesn't enjoy getting a woman off... it's just that when He's ready- you'd better be.

I was ready... aching for Him, dripping for Him... craving Him... and just as, in my mind, He was ready to push into me, He flipped me over, leaving me laying on my own arms, open to Him...

I couldn't not touch myself anymore... reaching over to my night-stand, I rifled through the drawer, finally pulling out my vibrating egg... which I held to my clit, tormenting myself into gasps and moans, grinding it down on my tender cherry, bucking from the first, second... the third orgasm.... imagining Him kneeling between my thighs, watching with that amused, condescending look I'd imagine He'd have... watching His little slutgirl writhe, simply over the thoughts of Him....

still not enough... I needed more... the vibrating egg found its way inside my pussy, and my fingers flew over my clit in desperate circles... imagining Him shuffling closer, His thighs now touching mine, but nothing else... His eyes roaming over me, mocking me, and seducing me, all at the same time... another orgasm... I bucked, and would have slammed against His hard tummy, had he been there...

more.. I needed more... pushing the egg into my tight asshole, I rifled once again in the drawer, and found my very favourite glass dildo... knowing it would be cold, I wasted no time.... I slammed it inside of me, HARD, imagining it as His cock- possessive, strong, undeniable... and as it bottomed out, it hit the egg in my asshole, causing the entire thing to vibrate... my fingers of the right hand still flying circles over my cherry, the fingers of my left hand pinching and twisting my nipples... my entire body churning, building...

I exploded into an orgasm... so strong I pushed the dildo out of me a few inches (it's notched in such a way that that is REALLY fucking hard to do), and my entire body clenched into a ball....

I wish He'd been with me.

Now I don't like to sound like a member of the God Squad... But isn't this rather sacreligious?

 

[rosco rathbone]

It'd be awesome if, every time someone opened this thread, the speakers on their computer would play a sample of that HUAH!!! that comes at the end of Frankie Goes To Hollywood's Relax.

 

[questiongrl]

It'd be awesome if, every time someone opened this thread, the speakers on their computer would play a sample of that HUAH!!! that comes at the end of Frankie Goes To Hollywood's Relax.

uh oh. found out! "hey, what'cha doin' in there?"

*ahem* "just eating lunch .. got something stuck. i'm...ummm...i'm fine, thanks"

 

[Riles]

I love the days when I've got enough time to really indulge in my play. I just finished a round of 4 orgasms aided by my shower head and the fleshy coloured toy.

I sat in the corner of the tubs edge, one foot up on the opposite edge and the other down inside the tub, thighs fully splayed open so my shower head could press right in. I always start with it on the light spray and I move it in a circular motion so it's tickling and teasing my clit. I tried pushing my toy in, but as per usual, it's too large and I'm not slick enough on the first go-round, so I "O'd" that first time just from the spray. The second time, it slide home without a flinch of protest from my pussy. And so on and so on...

It was perfect. I might go treat myself to some ice cream now, I worked hard.

 

[sultan_sd]

I love the days when I've got enough time to really indulge in my play. I just finished a round of 4 orgasms aided by my shower head and the fleshy coloured toy.

I sat in the corner of the tubs edge, one foot up on the opposite edge and the other down inside the tub, thighs fully splayed open so my shower head could press right in. I always start with it on the light spray and I move it in a circular motion so it's tickling and teasing my clit. I tried pushing my toy in, but as per usual, it's too large and I'm not slick enough on the first go-round, so I "O'd" that first time just from the spray. The second time, it slide home without a flinch of protest from my pussy. And so on and so on...

It was perfect. I might go treat myself to some ice cream now, I worked hard.

OMG!
I must go now.

 

[AngloSexon]

It'd be awesome if, every time someone opened this thread, the speakers on their computer would play a sample of that HUAH!!! that comes at the end of Frankie Goes To Hollywood's Relax.

This idea's brilliant. "Relax, don't do it, when you wanna... CUM!"

 

[Dreamliner]

I am home today, by force of the gods or demons, I'm not quite sure... I'd just tossed myself back in bed, hoping for some of the sleep that eluded me last night... and was almost asleep, when my mind switched on... started to buzz... thinking about Him.

It's been a while since I thought about Him... mostly because I've been quite content with my honey, and have had no reason to wander into THOSE fantasies... the darker, more violent... more fulfilling ones... but He was there, in my mind.

I was laying on my stomach, and could almost FEEL the touch of His hands on my ass, pushing it up, raising it, to a level more convenient for His purposes. He was kneeling behind me, hands roaming over my big white butt, His dark skin a sharp contrast to mine.. His hard body a sharp contrast to mine... nothing about us matching, except desire.

I laid still, waiting for Him to manoeuvre me as He would- pulling my arms behind me, pressing my face down into the pillow, the anticipation of Him, causing my sex to slick and my nipples to perk, brushing against the sheets below me... He's not one for preamble, and He's not one to prepare you.. you're prepared, or you're not... that's not to say He doesn't enjoy getting a woman off... it's just that when He's ready- you'd better be.

I was ready... aching for Him, dripping for Him... craving Him... and just as, in my mind, He was ready to push into me, He flipped me over, leaving me laying on my own arms, open to Him...

I couldn't not touch myself anymore... reaching over to my night-stand, I rifled through the drawer, finally pulling out my vibrating egg... which I held to my clit, tormenting myself into gasps and moans, grinding it down on my tender cherry, bucking from the first, second... the third orgasm.... imagining Him kneeling between my thighs, watching with that amused, condescending look I'd imagine He'd have... watching His little slutgirl writhe, simply over the thoughts of Him....

still not enough... I needed more... the vibrating egg found its way inside my pussy, and my fingers flew over my clit in desperate circles... imagining Him shuffling closer, His thighs now touching mine, but nothing else... His eyes roaming over me, mocking me, and seducing me, all at the same time... another orgasm... I bucked, and would have slammed against His hard tummy, had he been there...

more.. I needed more... pushing the egg into my tight asshole, I rifled once again in the drawer, and found my very favourite glass dildo... knowing it would be cold, I wasted no time.... I slammed it inside of me, HARD, imagining it as His cock- possessive, strong, undeniable... and as it bottomed out, it hit the egg in my asshole, causing the entire thing to vibrate... my fingers of the right hand still flying circles over my cherry, the fingers of my left hand pinching and twisting my nipples... my entire body churning, building...

I exploded into an orgasm... so strong I pushed the dildo out of me a few inches (it's notched in such a way that that is REALLY fucking hard to do), and my entire body clenched into a ball....

I wish He'd been with me.

Hot.

 

[-phreak]

I was finally in bed after a damn long day...a day in which my mind had constantly been wandering off to thoughts of pain, pleasure and what may lie in between…memories. Yes. Flashbacks of recent slutty deeds filled my mind. I pinched my nipples as I savoured the thought of that tongue…a tongue so long, the sight of it instantly makes one wonder how that would feel in their pussy…that tongue, taking a first long lick across my cunt…throwing me a dead sexy look and a growl of pleasure before diving back into that bare, dripping little pussy…eating me with an abandon of obvious pleasure and talent, fuck, bringing me within minutes to a quivering, delicious orgasm. By now my cunt was demanding immediate attention, fast, a finger circling my clit…riding him in my thoughts, a slap to the ass…a moaned… ”fuck, yes, harder…please”...each slap getting harder, forcing me to move my hips ever faster until my world explodes in an orgasm so hard it leaves me unable to complete any motion other than convulsing aftershocks of pleasure….him pushing me flat on my back, only to grab a handful of ass and use it to flip me onto my stomach, then force me to my knees. No rest for the wicked…oh no, keep moving your ass pretty slut. His hands slapping me back into pace, making me slam back harder…
The tale continued, but at this point alone in my bed, a wave of intense pleasure rolled over me, lifting my ass right off my bed in its force and leaving me shaking, whimpering, heap.

 

[RawHumor]

First good orgasm in quite a while.

I think guilt really fuels it.

If I don't want to orgasm; if I feel I shouldn't, if everything I'm thinking about, if everything I'm feeling, if even the timing is just wrong, then perfection is reached. It's just better if I have to fight with myself to orgasm.

And mantras of "you pathetic, disgusting, needy, cock-hungry, whore," help ever-so-much. It's like finally all the negative self-talk and self-abuse can be put to good use; I can call myself every name, I can degrade myself in any way, and rather than cycling into a depression, it just pushes me further toward a beautiful orgasm.

I came wishing someone else could see; that they could be as disgusted with my own masturbation as I was.

If only you had a webcam... and could have waited a few hours... then I could have obliged you. LOL

 

[RawHumor]

The tale continued, but at this point alone in my bed, a wave of intense pleasure rolled over me, lifting my ass right off my bed in its force and leaving me shaking, whimpering, heap.

Another whore who needs a webcam.

 

[KravMaga]

I love the days when I've got enough time to really indulge in my play. I just finished a round of 4 orgasms aided by my shower head and the fleshy coloured toy.

I sat in the corner of the tubs edge, one foot up on the opposite edge and the other down inside the tub, thighs fully splayed open so my shower head could press right in. I always start with it on the light spray and I move it in a circular motion so it's tickling and teasing my clit. I tried pushing my toy in, but as per usual, it's too large and I'm not slick enough on the first go-round, so I "O'd" that first time just from the spray. The second time, it slide home without a flinch of protest from my pussy. And so on and so on...

It was perfect. I might go treat myself to some ice cream now, I worked hard.

..............oh my.................I think I have a wet spot...........

 

[SheRemembers]

*hug*

Other people make my life better, even if it's only jacking off on them.

*coffeespew*

You're lucky I was drinking iced, bucko. Hot nasal lavages are just not my style.

 

[bridgeburner]

Hell I've been saying this for the longest time. Sex with people is over-rated!

*tans your hide anyhow*

Buh--whuh! Hey!!! grrrrr!


grizzle grizzle grizzle

 

[bridgeburner]

*hug*

Other people make my life better, even if it's only jacking off on them.

Oh, people are a necessity. I'm just going through a phase where I'd rather observe them from afar than have anything to do with them up close and personal. I don't want their cooties infecting me.

 

[MechaBlade]

Oh, people are a necessity. I'm just going through a phase where I'd rather observe them from afar than have anything to do with them up close and personal. I don't want their cooties infecting me.

That's my point. Cum on them.

*coffeespew*

You're lucky I was drinking iced, bucko. Hot nasal lavages are just not my style.

Stand still. *fap fap fap fapp*

 

[SheRemembers]

Stand still. *fap fap fap fapp*

My eyes just about rolled into my brain at that one.

 

[bridgeburner]

That's my point. Cum on them.

Ahhhh, interesting idea. I'm going to have to work on my technique. I'm not a squirter so I shall perhaps perfect the Damp Hand Slap.

SPLATT!!

There! Take that you irritating person! Don't let me find you've washed that pussy off your face, either or there'll be hell to pay!


Okay, now I've got the giggles. I could stand folks up in a line and give them a Stooge Slap, up one side and down the other.

 

[Marquis]

There is no more seed in me.

Seed is all I got yo.

For the first time, I contemplate the merits of getting fucked in the ass.

 

[save_marla]

There is no more seed in me.

Seed is all I got yo.

For the first time, I contemplate the merits of getting fucked in the ass.

Bend over, baby.

 

[Hester]

There is no more seed in me.

Seed is all I got yo.

For the first time, I contemplate the merits of getting fucked in the ass.

by a woman or a man?

 

[Marquis]

by a woman or a man?

By a human...


preferably.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I've been jacking four and five times a day for 3 weeks now, and I'm still going strong. However, seed production is down. That is why my last jack was so odd.

I was thinking about making money selling female ass and that got me very stimulated. I kept stretching it out and running various iceberg-slim style scenarios though my head.

Finally when I could hold it no longer, I Oed, and it was a doozie. For weeks I haven't been able to come up with anything more than a blot the size of a raison. All of a sudden, a.....I don't know what you call it. It was a powerful ejaculation of dispersed droplets that sprayed out in a perfect "umbrella" or "fountain" shape, some flying as far as several feet. It seemed to have the slow-motion hang-time of a chrysanthemum bomb going off at a Fourth Of July fireworks display.

I lay there, pants around knees, chin on chest, looking down and scratching my head in a dumbfounded manner. Then I started chuckling, thinking about what that o would have done to a womb. I'm dangerous, I pop off like that sometimes and can't even tell when it's coming. Catch me during an actual sex act and I might knock an ovary out of place.

 

[LittleJade]

Once upon a time, my body didn't produce enough lubricant... I think I've conditioned it otherwise, now.

Glass dildo, fingers flying over my clit... and images of my slutty little submissive licking my pussy.



Lovely.