Jacking-Off Log

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P. B. Walker said:
<stoned look> Damn I love vigorous sex. <sigh>

Funny, this: I find that the more I get sucked off (that's the extent of my sexuality these days), the more I want and need to jack, in my off hours. To replay, as it were.

Henry Miller put it something like this: "THe more you fuck, the more you WANT to fuck--and the better you DO fuck!"
 
Me thinks I'll bring the old jacking-off log back. Why not? Why not indeed.

I've been jacking like a champ lately...almost compulsively. 2 and 3 times a day..."morning noon and night". On weekends I've been going for even more jacks. Not half bad for a man my age.

This morning I awoke and jacked leisurely to the fantasy of making a girl person stay on her hands and knees, like a kitty; and sleep curled up on a little kitty bed at the foot of my man bed, drink cream from her own bowl, maybe even wear one of those cute kitty ears hoods.

I had to use some lube as my tool was sore: KY Plus with Spermicide. Not recommended for jackers, wears off too fast. I had to use half a tube to get through one jack...but I like to take it slow.

Fired off a decent load, very white seed, consistency of small balls, like mini marbles.
 
Oh yes Rosco... This thread is back! It's been 8 months since I posted to it. I loved telling you all about my nasty, pervy, disgusting and most satisfying sessions

Will be reporting in as soon as I get some private time with myself... I've had some interesting thoughts as of late and just need to set the stage
 
Image said:
Oh yes Rosco... This thread is back! It's been 8 months since I posted to it. I loved telling you all about my nasty, pervy, disgusting and most satisfying sessions

Will be reporting in as soon as I get some private time with myself... I've had some interesting thoughts as of late and just need to set the stage

Oh Clarise , you are such a nasty littte girl.
 
And the world is a far more interesting place with me in it...
 
Oh, I'd like to hear some jacks from the g-man.

As I was just saying in topopolis; this thread contains some of my finest off-the-cuff sexology and sexual humor. I re-read all my posts and literally cried with laughter.

Good to have you back, Image. When you were posting in this thread, you seemed just another anonymous horndog to me; but now I have a definite "image", so to speak, of you, with personality to match. Thus, I am better able to appreciate the wit and wisdom of your jacks.
 
rosco rathbone said:
Oh, I'd like to hear some jacks from the g-man.

As I was just saying in topopolis; this thread contains some of my finest off-the-cuff sexology and sexual humor. I re-read all my posts and literally cried with laughter.

Good to have you back, Image. When you were posting in this thread, you seemed just another anonymous horndog to me; but now I have a definite "image", so to speak, of you, with personality to match. Thus, I am better able to appreciate the wit and wisdom of your jacks.

One of my current favorite scenario's involes soiled panties , a mag lite and a vat of creme corn .:)
 
rosco rathbone said:
This morning I awoke and jacked leisurely to the fantasy of making a girl person stay on her hands and knees, like a kitty; and sleep curled up on a little kitty bed at the foot of my man bed, drink cream from her own bowl, maybe even wear one of those cute kitty ears hoods.

This is one of mine, except that she also wears a collar with a bell, and one of the games is to turn off all the lights and have her crawl around in the darkness, jingling quietly, while I silently stalk and pounce.

In other masturbatory news, I have a new silicone dildo that's quite nice. It replaces my old jelly cock, which began to sweat and ooze in the drawer in an unpleasantly alien fashion. (I always hated that new wading pool smell anyway.)

Glad to see the log active again. I will report any onanistic sessions henceforth.
 
Queen Bee! One of my favorite jackers and sharper than a shipment of tackers. Let the jacking commence!
 
rosco rathbone said:
Oh, I'd like to hear some jacks from the g-man.

As I was just saying in topopolis; this thread contains some of my finest off-the-cuff sexology and sexual humor. I re-read all my posts and literally cried with laughter.

Good to have you back, Image. When you were posting in this thread, you seemed just another anonymous horndog to me; but now I have a definite "image", so to speak, of you, with personality to match. Thus, I am better able to appreciate the wit and wisdom of your jacks.
Thanks Rosco... I'll get on the job and make you proud ;)
And yes... I too would like to hear about some jacks from gman but creamed corn? Tell us more

Hey Queen :kiss: Last I remember weren't we unzipping or unbuckling or something to do with my hair wrapped around your hand? I'd better go back and re read this thread
 
Were we, Image? I'll have to reread, too. I do love long hair wrapped around my hand. Good to see you here. :rose:
 
Bless me flea for I have sinned.


It's been 24 hrs since my last jack.

This time I popped my cork leisurely while letting my mind roam back over a recent happening: I had to teach someone a harsh yet unfair lesson in respect. To wit: the weak must pay their due respects to the strong. And the strong call the shots.

It went down like a bitter pill but left her morally improved and more ladylike. I ought to run a finishing school.

The jack was generic; seminal emission average.

I'd have jacked at lunch if I could. The phrase "stand in the corner and be as quiet as a little mouse", which kept playing in my lunchtime head, was very stimulating to me.
 
No jacks yet so far today; but all the young crumpets are out in their summer clothes and visible thong lines; so who knows what the evening holds.

I may perform an unseen hidden window jack; looking at the bottom cheeks of a Mexican teen and she strolls by arm in arm with her lug of a boyfriend--every race and nation of chiquita is represented in my neighborhood, all sluts.

Actually, I probably won't. My entire history of Peeping Tomjacks was confined to my old apartment; when I lived across an airshaft from a Brazilian stewardress who looked like a weak-chinned Bianca Jagger; skinny with huge tits and a bubble ass. She used to vacuum naked with the blinds up all the time. Rivers of seed were spilled in those days.

ahoy jackers. what say ye?
 
i haven't jilled anything worth writing lately. however i did catch -a local pervbot resisiting a furtive public jack at the city library where i work. He had been staring at the lap of a woman reading quietly nearby him and then was distracted by a group of young women in short skirts entering the library. After staring at *them* for about five minutes, I distinctly saw his paw reach for his crotchal area under the table and give himself a firm grab and the slightest twist. I was aghast. Why would he do that? He didn't jack- but ten minutes later he found me shelving and asked me to direct him to the public washrooms. I can only assume ,based on the lurid content of this thread, what happened there.
 
rosco rathbone said:
Stop clogging my log with your lame illuminated banterings fucko; and post some jacks or beat it.

:mad:

Ha. anarchists dont follow rules sillyhead.
 
evesdream said:
i haven't jilled anything worth writing lately.

Post your daily jills. That's wot it's all about; not the occasional headline news girlgasm.

Most of mine are dull, feeeble and prosaic.


To wit: Last night I had another one of those "I better try and make myself come to see if I still can" jacks.

I couldn't even get a solid boner, so I did a softie jack. It was touch and go all the way. I thought about how rude and unfair it would be, to if your "lover" (I can't use that word without thinking of the Will Farrell "Lov-ah" SNL skit) came over expecting affection and kind treatment, to make her disrobe before you the minute she walked in the door and then put her up against the wall and fuck her like a cheap whore; then tell her to go do the laundry and wash the dishes. That got me over the top, but it was like uncorking a bottle of champagne; expecting the cork to blow off, and instead a weak drooble of foam trickles over your knuckles and leaves you feeling as if New Years Eve is overrated.
 
(also posted to "Fisting")

I attempted self-fisting last night, with imperfect but encouraging results.

I was extremely wet when I began, and I used some lube, although not as much as I thought I'd need. I tried it in the "tripod squat" position, as well as in the position Esclava described, and they worked equally well, but I soon tired of the squat. In order to try it lying down, I had to scoot very close to the wall, so that resting my feet there brought my knees up by my ears.

It really only took a few minutes to go through the progressive stations of the fingers, 1234. With some slight stinging and stretching, I was able to get all five fingertips in, and I worked that for quite a while, eventually making progress to knuckle deep. Then, frustratingly, I couldn't quite negotiate the curve required to slide in the rest of the hand. I need to experiment a bit more with positioning. Maybe pillows under my hips as well as shoulders.

As far as sensation goes, I was so distracted by the logistics that I really wasn't getting a great deal out of it. Afterward, I fucked myself with a dildo for a while, but by then my arousal had been so diffuse and prolonged, and the stimulation so different from my usual quick, powerful, clitoral variety, that I just sort of tapered off without orgasm. It was nice, though. Worth a second spelunking expedition.
 
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