Jacking-Off Log

[rosco rathbone]

I got another one off later yesterday and two this afternoon; only about 30 minutes apart. Not bad.

 

[Morcheeba]

what is going on in your avatar, Rosco?

RAPE?

funny, I'd expect a pic of you jerking your meat, instead.

 

[rosco rathbone]

what is going on in your avatar, Rosco?

RAPE?

funny, I'd expect a pic of you jerking your meat, instead.

Er, that's a little window on the movie playing in my head whilst I am jerking my meat...also considerably more interesting to look at.

 

[vierge]

"It is precious to me how cute you are when you want something, and it is even more precious how you beg for it with your eyes, I can't much say how I wish that precious does as precious do, but you are...so refreshing, I find myself thinking that tomorrow I will rape your virginity and make you a mess of yourself."

Maybe it was the way he talked, and maybe it was the way I pictured him sitting there with his dick in his hands and the phone cradled to his ear, but there was something so evil about it that it made it that much more forbidden. After all, he was her boyfriend, and I was her friend, but then again, it was my pussy and he was the catalyst for this orgasm approaching with the twirling of my fingers between the hood and the clit, so sensitive to me that flutters of cum seeped out to cleanse the lips and hole that gleamed with a fresh scent of sweet penetration...it had yet to receive.

After the subsequent thrust of fingers, the coaxing of his tone, the forbade orgasm, then commanded orgasm, I gushed like never before and hung up without saying anything after that. He didn't really need the pleasure of hearing my orgasm-after voice, besides the ending was always messy and who really gave a fuck in the end. Oh that made me giggle, that was a nice one, who really gave a fuck in the end...

So anyway, I came up with a theory as to why I had grown so freaky after high school. I think it was really the independence, my own computer, my own alone time, my own ability to go where I wanted and see who I wanted....but somehow, I got the fantasy in my head of a brutal rape, then more importantly D/s, and then even more frequently, BDSM....and that was where I jumped into this place where I only thoght about. Perhaps, depriving yourself for all your life, letting everyone shove their religious bull shit down your throat, the catholic girl syndrome was bascally that since you've never had sex, the more you think about it, the more you want it, and the more you want it, the more you would take any kind of sex.

And still for some reason, I won't allow myself to have it.

Hey I have porn and a finger, better than any man I ever knew.

 

[rosco rathbone]

"It is precious to me how cute you are when you want something, and it is even more precious how you beg for it with your eyes, I can't much say how I wish that precious does as precious do, but you are...so refreshing, I find myself thinking that tomorrow I will rape your virginity and make you a mess of yourself."

Maybe it was the way he talked, and maybe it was the way I pictured him sitting there with his dick in his hands and the phone cradled to his ear, but there was something so evil about it that it made it that much more forbidden. After all, he was her boyfriend, and I was her friend, but then again, it was my pussy and he was the catalyst for this orgasm approaching with the twirling of my fingers between the hood and the clit, so sensitive to me that flutters of cum seeped out to cleanse the lips and hole that gleamed with a fresh scent of sweet penetration...it had yet to receive.

After the subsequent thrust of fingers, the coaxing of his tone, the forbade orgasm, then commanded orgasm, I gushed like never before and hung up without saying anything after that. He didn't really need the pleasure of hearing my orgasm-after voice, besides the ending was always messy and who really gave a fuck in the end. Oh that made me giggle, that was a nice one, who really gave a fuck in the end...

So anyway, I came up with a theory as to why I had grown so freaky after high school. I think it was really the independence, my own computer, my own alone time, my own ability to go where I wanted and see who I wanted....but somehow, I got the fantasy in my head of a brutal rape, then more importantly D/s, and then even more frequently, BDSM....and that was where I jumped into this place where I only thoght about. Perhaps, depriving yourself for all your life, letting everyone shove their religious bull shit down your throat, the catholic girl syndrome was bascally that since you've never had sex, the more you think about it, the more you want it, and the more you want it, the more you would take any kind of sex.

And still for some reason, I won't allow myself to have it.

Hey I have porn and a finger, better than any man I ever knew.

Report all future rapejacks and others please.

 

[vierge]

Report all future rapejacks and others please.

explain that.

 

[rosco rathbone]

explain that.

By that; whatimeantosay, is.

Report all masturbations of which the mental or fantasy component involves rape or rapes in any way shape or form...and all other jacks as well, comprising, in toto, all jacks of any kind. Report them all to this thread sir or madam; that is the purpose of the jacking offlog.


good day to you.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off last night; pretty powerful, with substantial load. My health seems to be picking up across the board. I feel tanned, fit, bald, full of testosterone, light on my feet and ready to do a bit of chinese shadow boxing.

I can't remember the fantasy component of the jack; but today at lunch I had a great fantasy of a very careful oral servitude training with all kinds of careful signals for various moves. The idea would be, to catalog all of the things I like best in oral servitude and then be able to call upon them at the precise moment. Signals to tickle the ball sack, or hold it lightly, or stroke the posterior apeture, or both in various combinations....to go deep or shallow, to swirl lips and tounge or to choke it all down and many other options. I amost jacked at lunch.

 

[rosco rathbone]

One problem with living alone is the utter grinding sameness of one's masturbations.

It's enough to drive you mad sometimes.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off this morning in the ejaculatorium after lying in bed workin' and jerkin' it for a good long while. That's often how I jack these days...spurts of activity and mental fantasy images, then a dreamy float through mental content totally unerotic; dick softening, then hard again.

I took a good long look at myself in the ejaculatorium mirror as I ran down the slippery slope towards conclusion. Older, greyer, battle-scarred, but still jackin' after all these years. The life force and its impulses, eh? At these moments, I know the truth of the ancient Chinese wisdom: Retain the precious seed, young man, and attain the treasure of Immortality. I've been spending my lifesblood recklessly this season; and the one before...but in time I shall reign myself in, and retain the seed...cultivate the Ninefold Attainments, live by the Thirteen Precepts and nurture the Heavnly Elixir of immortality in the this lifetime: raw chi. Then, shall you see me gambolling like a youth on the foggy slopes of Wu Tang Mountain; speaking to the birds and turtles, my cheek as pink and smooth as lad's though my beard be snowy white.....

The rim of the ejaculation basin was very cool and chilled my seed like fine wine as I rested my ball sack there before popping one off. At conclusion, I all of a sudden envisioned a naked girl standing demurely in the doorway watching me, "with humble downcast eyes" : ie, both the visual image and the verbal description thereof passed across my field of consciousness.

Load, not half bad at all. Fairly powerful organism.

 

[Lailarenna]

Older, greyer, battle-scarred, but still jackin' after all these years.

HAHAHA!!!!!!! Great line, Rosco, I'd suggest copyrighting it before someone steals it - chiefly me.

 

[rosco rathbone]

HAHAHA!!!!!!! Great line, Rosco, I'd suggest copyrighting it before someone steals it - chiefly me.

Help yourself. I am a neverending font of ideas.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off down around mindnight last night. I'd fallen asleep by mistake at 5PM and woke up not knowing if I was coming or going.

I had a whole fantasy scenario revolving in my head. I was imagining making a girl I know perform oral duties upon a friend of mine as I watched and smirked. She's really talented and I liked to think of watching his face as he popped off.

I don't even remember getting up and going to the ejaculatorium. Perhaps I sleepwalked there; or perhaps the entire scenario took place upon the astral: stranger things have happened to both my physical and spiritual bodies.

I remember shooting the wad pretty hard and seeing my moonlit ghost self in the mirror. To see the self in dream, in mirror, is a harbinger they say. This has been happening fairly frequently lately.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Got one off just now. I started thinking about sexual unfairness and that turned into a weird fantasy of all my women, the submissive and the non- ; all naked and wearing wrist-restraints and leather collars, standing around my room looking at me with odd ghostly eyes that seemed to say everything and nothing.

At conclusion, hunchd over the ejaculation basin; it all narrowed down to a pair of jiggly yet firm haunches in my clutches.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Got one off just now; lyng in my cot and reading Celine's Voyage au Bout de la Nuit. My attention wandered to the cold sheets of rain lashing down outside and disrupting the Memorial Day festivites. I found my member and pulled and tugged at it. A brief image glowed upon the mental screen: a girl standing naked across the room spreads her haunches for inspection. Then padded into the ejaculatorium and once again sent the best of me into the sewers.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off just now; thinking about tight lips at the base of my shaft; and liquid gagging sounds as a head is held tightly at the climactic moment. These jacks are all running together...samey, what?

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off just now. Circumstances: pornio jack. Frequency: rare. Details: I don't spend much time looking at pornos; but when I got a special invite to a members-only male supremacy group (internet); and they sent me links to private files, I had to check it out. I just spent a good hour jacking to imagery of rape, abduction and non consensual love making.

Twas this one that made me pop my cork. There's a "real reality" to it. I wonder what the story is. Why is this old baldie humping a teenaged chiquita on a beach blanket? She doesn't look especially happy. Perhaps the fact that her face is being ground into what looks like a field of gravel has something to do with that.

Compositionally speaking, his lozenge shaped bald head sets off her skinny young ass cheeks admirably. I like the tension in her bowed pose. And those sinister fellows in the background, one whose knee is touching some instrument--a tazer, flashlight or cattle prod---what are they doing? What do they want?

Anyhow, I popped off a real good sex=violence nut to these pornios.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Let's hear a few jacks from you fellows. I know for a fact that you, flea, cannot keep your grubby, chubby little paws off your chocha for more than 12 hours. You and your "Wah coil vibe". So stop jackin'and slackin'. Report all jacks. Report all nuts. If you hit it, you must acquit it. If you flog it, you must log it. Stop jackin' and slackin', you bunch you spineless masturbators you. You floppy onanists. I am tired of carrying all of you!

 

[Queen Bee]

Guilty as charged. I have been jacking and slacking, because of the tedious sameness of the circumstances and the uninspired, threadbare associated fantasies. I will try to be more diligent.

I did get one off with the WC Vibe night before last. I began by idly flipping through "The Leather Daddy and the Femme," revisiting the hottest parts. I was on my back, running the Wahl's odd little phallic attachment along my slit, having trouble settling on a theme. I dragged it out too long, got numbed out and too wet for friction, and consequently had to turn the vibe up to tooth-rattling power and lug out one of those standard images, grimy and soft-edged from overuse: forceful, venomous spitting upon a girly little asshole, and rough fingering of it.

The orgasm was lame -- one that circled the rim and tipped in, rather than a slamdunk. Maybe a 4.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Guilty as charged. I have been jacking and slacking, because of the tedious sameness of the circumstances and the uninspired, threadbare associated fantasies. I will try to be more diligent.

I did get one off with the WC Vibe night before last. I began by idly flipping through "The Leather Daddy and the Femme," revisiting the hottest parts. I was on my back, running the Wahl's odd little phallic attachment along my slit, having trouble settling on a theme. I dragged it out too long, got numbed out and too wet for friction, and consequently had to turn the vibe up to tooth-rattling power and lug out one of those standard images, grimy and soft-edged from overuse: forceful, venomous spitting upon a girly little asshole, and rough fingering of it.

The orgasm was lame -- one that circled the rim and tipped in, rather than a slamdunk. Maybe a 4.

Ah there you are flea. As I see it, the point of this log is to record the good and the bad; in order to spot patterns. So please check in with just a basic record; although if you record as much detail as you can force yourself to squeeze out of every jack, you WILL be rewarded with insights down the road.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off last night but did not log at the time. About 2 hours after the previous jack.

I was thinking about sullen, large-titted girls with spoiled pouty lips. Knotting my fingers in their hair and giving them a dose of correction...of chastisement...a taste of a firm male hand such as perhaps they've never known...then to baste their features with mojo sauce.

Strong and copious nut.

 

[rosco rathbone]

This is a reprint from a while back in a BDSM forum thread--one from the archives

. I have a tendency to use a bit of 200 proof homegrown phraseology in these logs. This should help the newcummers.

terminology: a working thesaurus of terms for "sperm"


baby batter
baby butter
the spores of love
deadly venom
vile elixir
gonad gravy
curds & whey
mayonaise (pronounced "MAN-aze")
wombwash
organisms (as in, "I had an organism in her mouth")
gamete goulash
paste
mucilage ("made from the mucus of little children")
balderdash
slime
essence ("the ejaculatory pseudopod pulsed with the transmission of essence unimaginable")
spermacetti (The valuable contents of the sperm-whale head-case; for which the great fish was hunted nearly to extinction in the nineteenth century-named originally for its resemblance to human seed. I am reclaiming the term from the cetaecean world.)
substance J-7 (or any pseudo-scientific sounding designator code)
strong medicine
snake-oil
remedy (A Snakeoil Salesman came to town/ His Remedies the girls choked down/ And now it seems he can't be found/ The authorities he doth confound)
primodial ooze (Just one thimbleful of this primordial oose packs a powerful procreative punch)
the bitterest pill
radioactive isotope spermium 235 (This is some dangerous stuff. Halflife in the woomb ten to the sixth power of years. Refined from rosconium-a rare earth found only in my cock and balls.)
rosconium (Bauxite and sugarcane, corn, wheat and alfalfa, sorghum and molasses, rare earths and manufactured goods, spunk, slime, jizzom and deadly essence--these are the principal exports of my cock & balls)
submission serum
rape seed oil
piping hot soup She took ahold of my joint with the same elbow-akimbo, overhand grip employed by Oliver Twist upon his porridge-ladel in the film of the same name; and commenced to greedily glurging lashings of piping hot soup.
Rathbon-i-Os They're noodle sperms! Kids love 'em cause they wriggle on the way down to your tummy-Moms love 'em cause they're packed with DNA!

 

[vierge]

Masturbated earlier today around like 11 AM, thought about being used by my boss, geting fucked in all holes...he's older and I think he has a crush on me. It was nice.

I would've logged sooner, but rosco scares me.

Anyway, another synonym or sperm, warheads usually used in a description of the rougher type of sex, missionary, military, it's all good. =]

 

[rosco rathbone]

Masturbated earlier today around like 11 AM, thought about being used by my boss, geting fucked in all holes...he's older and I think he has a crush on me. It was nice.

I would've logged sooner, but rosco scares me.

Anyway, another synonym or sperm, warheads usually used in a description of the rougher type of sex, missionary, military, it's all good. =]

Good to see you logging, kid. Don't worry...when I figure out how to leap thru the screen and rape people; you are way down on the list of victims.

 

[vierge]

no I should be number one =]

but that's for a later discussion.