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Ummmm...That wasn't bad!

Yes, yes it was. She was very very bad, naughty even.

The writing seemed quite readable though. Nothing to be ashamed of, in the writing that is. Everything else was shameful and dirty. Total harlotville.
 
Yes, yes it was. She was very very bad, naughty even.

The writing seemed quite readable though. Nothing to be ashamed of, in the writing that is. Everything else was shameful and dirty. Total harlotville.

Welcum to harlotville, population you.
 
Welcum to harlotville, population you.

No, actually I'm 40 miles south east along hwy 69.

I'm in Creep-o-ville with quite a large population and tax base. Not a lot of street lights in Creep-o-ville but quite a number dark alleys and seemingly deserted streets where the echos of well shod feet echo for blocks...
 
Ummmm...That wasn't bad!

Thanks. I had just meant I was in no way a writer like alot of the posters here.

Yes, yes it was. She was very very bad, naughty even.

The writing seemed quite readable though. Nothing to be ashamed of, in the writing that is. Everything else was shameful and dirty. Total harlotville.

yes, it was naughty.... but it felt really good.
 
Somewhere, a fully dressed man is standing over a woman sitting at the end of a bed. He reaches for his zipper and says "give me a French job". She looks bored and distracted and strands of hair are plastered to her forehead with sweat. There's a ceiling fan going around overhead.


This makes me want to jack, but I can't. I'm rebuilding vitality. Sexual tension that once seemed like a vexation to me is now treasured.
 
I've had an excellent jacking week. Not so much quantity-wise although I've had a few days where I jacked on two separate occasions, but the intensity has been amazing.

I tend to think it's hormonal because I was in a porn-frenzy as well, and even though there's too much gore in some of the Fansadox comix for my tastes I still spent more than four hours yesterday pouring over the collection I found.
 
Last night...

Prelude: Several years ago a lesbian woman aquaintance came over while my husband was out of town. She'd let it be known that she'd always wanted to fuck me. I wanted to fuck her as well but couldn't do anything about it as I didn't want to physically cheat. We were drinking and she wasn't fit to drive home so she spent the night on the bedroom couch. I thought about waking up her up all night long...

In the morning she got up to say goodbye and I couldn't help teasing her some. I'm a bitch AND an exhibitionist. So I laid in bed naked, propped on a pillow with my breasts exposed and my hand barely moving between my legs under the covers just making chit chat. I could tell she was dying inside and finally shook her head, sighed and said 'bye. I wanted to say "You know I'll be masturbating the second you walk out that door" but didn't and she left.

Here's where the fantasy began for last night...

Instead of letting her leave, I told her I was going to masturbate and did she want to stay to watch? I arched my back a little and began rubbing both breasts, watching her reaction. Moving the sheets aside I let her see between my thighs and my fingers sliding up and down my slit. Her eyes were on me and I was watching her excitement. She sat back down on the couch and began rubbing her breasts through her shirt concentrating on my own fingering. She stood, unzipped her jeans and slid her hand down the front. letting them drop to the floor. She pulled her underwear down and keeping both around her ankles, sat back down, lifted her shirt and pulled her huge tits out of her bra.

We watched each other as we came closer to orgasming, mimicking each other's moves. Her legs as wide opened as possible while resricted by the jeans around her ankles. It made for a really filthy scene. I was verbal and told her how much I wish she could be between my legs, licking my cunt and spanking my ass. She was calling me a fucking bitch for doing this to her...

Meanwhile, back at the ranch... I rubbed my pussy using my whole hand, circling my clit hard with my fingers as the scene unfolded in my mind. Knees up and a pillow under my ass, I climaxed and licked the girly cum off my fingers...

I have no idea whether this chick is dead or alive these days. Nor do I really care. Maybe I'll use it again and maybe I wont but it worked last night...
 
Last night...

Prelude: Several years ago a lesbian woman aquaintance came over while my husband was out of town. She'd let it be known that she'd always wanted to fuck me. I wanted to fuck her as well but couldn't do anything about it as I didn't want to physically cheat. We were drinking and she wasn't fit to drive home so she spent the night on the bedroom couch. I thought about waking up her up all night long...

In the morning she got up to say goodbye and I couldn't help teasing her some. I'm a bitch AND an exhibitionist. So I laid in bed naked, propped on a pillow with my breasts exposed and my hand barely moving between my legs under the covers just making chit chat. I could tell she was dying inside and finally shook her head, sighed and said 'bye. I wanted to say "You know I'll be masturbating the second you walk out that door" but didn't and she left.

Here's where the fantasy began for last night...

Instead of letting her leave, I told her I was going to masturbate and did she want to stay to watch? I arched my back a little and began rubbing both breasts, watching her reaction. Moving the sheets aside I let her see between my thighs and my fingers sliding up and down my slit. Her eyes were on me and I was watching her excitement. She sat back down on the couch and began rubbing her breasts through her shirt concentrating on my own fingering. She stood, unzipped her jeans and slid her hand down the front. letting them drop to the floor. She pulled her underwear down and keeping both around her ankles, sat back down, lifted her shirt and pulled her huge tits out of her bra.

We watched each other as we came closer to orgasming, mimicking each other's moves. Her legs as wide opened as possible while resricted by the jeans around her ankles. It made for a really filthy scene. I was verbal and told her how much I wish she could be between my legs, licking my cunt and spanking my ass. She was calling me a fucking bitch for doing this to her...

Meanwhile, back at the ranch... I rubbed my pussy using my whole hand, circling my clit hard with my fingers as the scene unfolded in my mind. Knees up and a pillow under my ass, I climaxed and licked the girly cum off my fingers...

I have no idea whether this chick is dead or alive these days. Nor do I really care. Maybe I'll use it again and maybe I wont but it worked last night...

There is something so sensual and exciting about this. I really enjoyed reading it. The idea of mutual masturbation is such a huge fantasy for me. I would love to act it out some day.
 
Masturbation in itself is a huge turn on for me. It's usually considered taboo to even talk about in mainstream (obviously not here) so there's that factor. Something about watching someone else in their own privacy excites the voyeur in me as well...
 
Masturbation in itself is a huge turn on for me. It's usually considered taboo to even talk about in mainstream (obviously not here) so there's that factor. Something about watching someone else in their own privacy excites the voyeur in me as well...

For me the alluring aspect is being watched. Sure I would love to watch a beautiful woman fuck herself but there is such a turn on that she would get off to watching me.
 
I like watching more when the player doesn't know they're being watched...

It allows for all the devious things one doesn't want anyone else to know. In their own privacy. Performances are good in their own way but the true eroticism, for me anyway, is derived from the deviances that occur in one's mind. The kind that you wouldn't share with another person...

Of course, that is a very one sided view, on my part :)
 
May I borrow your thought ?

I like watching more when the player doesn't know they're being watched...

It allows for all the devious things one doesn't want anyone else to know. In their own privacy. Performances are good in their own way but the true eroticism, for me anyway, is derived from the deviances that occur in one's mind. The kind that you wouldn't share with another person...

Of course, that is a very one sided view, on my part :)

You have brought an idea to mind which has great erotic appeal for me. I am thinking of myself reclining on my bed. There is in actuality a door which leads to another part of the house to the right of my bed. It is enormously arousing for me to consider having a voyeur positioned on the other side of that door and able to watch me as I pleasure myself.

I am finding the thought of him/her/them being able to see all of the little adjustments I make to achieve my pleasure more unnerving, revealing and thus quantumly more arousing than merely letting him/her/them watch an openly shared experience.

Very hot idea. Thank you.
 
You have brought an idea to mind which has great erotic appeal for me. I am thinking of myself reclining on my bed. There is in actuality a door which leads to another part of the house to the right of my bed. It is enormously arousing for me to consider having a voyeur positioned on the other side of that door and able to watch me as I pleasure myself.

I am finding the thought of him/her/them being able to see all of the little adjustments I make to achieve my pleasure more unnerving, revealing and thus quantumly more arousing than merely letting him/her/them watch an openly shared experience.

Very hot idea. Thank you.

You're welcome...

As long as you can trick your mind into not imagining, even for a second they are there...

Because no matter how opened you think you are, if there's even the slightest chance that someone else may see you, you'll be more inclined to close that last, most feral part of yourself. It's human nature...
 
You're welcome...

As long as you can trick your mind into not imagining, even for a second they are there...

Because no matter how opened you think you are, if there's even the slightest chance that someone else may see you, you'll be more inclined to close that last, most feral part of yourself. It's human nature...

I understand and totally agree! Up until your post I was quite happy toying with the idea of acquiring a "masturbation buddy." Once you opened the door to an unknown voyeur it was like taking the idea to an entirely new, and much, much hotter plane. It's such a violation of your most intimate, private self. Secret upon secret.

What an erotic gold mine this could be!
 
And the thought that they are stroking themselves while watching you, in their very own private violation (I love that you used that word)...
 
And the thought that they are stroking themselves while watching you, in their very own private violation (I love that you used that word)...

I'm sure we're only a heartbeat away from the dreadful pleasure of violation to its close cousin, degradation. Perhaps a less than savory voyeur or a little video clip purloined for further secret pleasures.

Such excellent jilling material for a little later tonight!
 
I watched her this morning....getting into her shower...getting out of it...she touched herself before and after. I couldn't help it, I moved to a different window to see her in her room, watch her get dressed, the whole time My hand never left My cock. Jacking slow at first, rubbing the precum on the head, and then faster, harder, until just before she put on her skirt I was cumming hard, on the wall, the window sill, even out the window.
 
Hands tied above my head, standing in a door way, his feet kicking mine apart, spreading my legs. To feel thick fingers pressing my button, spreading my cunt apart and thrusting inside, pumping, fingering slow at first, then building faster still, slipperiness dripping down the inside of my thighs.

Just when I start to feel so very close to creaming all over his fingers he pulls out and smacks my ass hard, teasing my ass cheeks with his cock, grinding his hips hard against me without pressing inside. The need to feel his fingers in my hair, jerking my head to the side and back while his teeth bite and graze on my neck. Just as he's doing this, I can feel the head of his hard, hot cock thrusting up inside taking my breath away. I feel his hands getting a grip around my waist and his footing becoming more sure and his rocks me hard, pounding against my ass and hips, wet-cock-pounding-slick-pussy-ass-slapping fucking, making me cry out and beg for more. Only to suddenly pull out and press against my little asshole and press hard inside, his hips starting a rhythmic pumping, filling it, stretching me so damned good.

Another smack across my ass and his hand in my hair as he forgets everything, gritting his teeth and growling, slamming hard, jackhammering my ass to fill me with hot, sweet cum...


That's my craving


and my jacking.
 
Mmmm, finally I made myself cum. I've been on vacation by the beach in Cali at my friend and her husband's house for almost a week without touching myself. The room I'm staying in has a huge window facing the ocean on one side and a balcony with sliding-glass doors facing the neighbors on the other. No drapes so no privacy, but extra turn-on factor.

We've been riding bikes and walking to the beach every day, drinking champy, taking pills and smoking tons of weed, swimming in the Pacific while her husband surfs and the dogs frolic on the sand. We went to the naked beach a couple days ago and watched two gay guys fuck, cruisers for sure, until another gay guy went over to shoo them into the bluffs.

It was pretty disconcerting watching one naked guy just roll on top of the other, mounting him and then slowly thrusting into him as they continued their conversation. My friend and I watched, laughed and commented and then gave her husband the full report when he came back.

Last night we went swimming with the dogs late at night and then came back to the house and sat in the hot tub for a while before passing out. This morning I woke up with my hand on my pussy, rubbing myself awake from a feverish dream and to intense sensations of pleasure and pain.

Pleasure from my poor neglected pussy, perpetually weeping from all the activity and lack of attention, and pain from the stubborn remnants of the habanero and scotch bonnet peppers I used in last night's dinner preparations. The more I rubbed, slightly inserting my middle finger into my cunt - rubbing there, too, rubbing slow, searing circles inside myself - the tighter I felt my body become, my pussy pulsing around my finger as my legs clenched straight, toes pointed and teeth bit into lips. My palm meshed into my pussy, the extra pressure on my clit extending the orgasm as my hips rocked up and down a bit, trying to milk the last little bit out of myself before getting up to take a shower.

Maybe I'll rub another one out in the shower for good measure.
 
Last night's jack was crappy. I was sick, so I thought it'd help. I hadn't came in a few days and it was slightly painful.

So this morning I thought I'd even it out with a good one. I usually squat in the jacknasium, but I was standing, thinking about pounding subbie ass when it hit. It's fun to stand and O, because my knees get weak and I enjoy the game of trying to stay upright. I came and didn't see where the jizz went, but didn't care.

A few minutes later, I saw I had a sticky smudge on my right cheek.

Something About Mary style.
 
This morning I watched someone else. She was in My shower. God does she love pleasing herself. If I caught all of them she came 3 times. Me, I used the panties I knew she was gonna put on to cum. Wonder when she noticed. She didn't say anything. But god, watching her in the shower, I came so hard from just a slow slow stroke.
 
Fuck, it's been days, DAYS, since I've jacked, maybe even since last week :eek:

I need pot and some porn, maybe a perkoset, to poise my pussy to purr.
 
"perkoset" lol.

For some reason, the words poise, pussy and purr all together make me think of a lifesized sex service android with a vibrating snatch.

Hahaha, does she come with software for Repentant?

It was more of a grunty teeth-gritter, grrr.
 
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