Saint Peter
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Damn rosco.
Give the little guy some time off!!
Give the little guy some time off!!
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rosco rathbone
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SaintPeter said:
I can't.
I start feeling pent up like a caged tiger.
My friend the psychiatrist trainee sent me a paper than says that men who jack once per day for six months are techinically called hypersexual and are in the high-risk category for commision of sex crimes, rapes and perversity. Says I to myself, call the cops.
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I got one off just now.
Fantasy:Standing over a angry feminist girl grinning like simon legree whilst she does her woman's work; for instance scrubbing the floor, idly playing with my member, which hangs out of my fly limber and murderous.
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Fantasy:Standing over a angry feminist girl grinning like simon legree whilst she does her woman's work; for instance scrubbing the floor, idly playing with my member, which hangs out of my fly limber and murderous.
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MWG said:Hey, now, you leave me out of it.
I've got a serious love hate jones for the feministas.
It's fucked man.
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MWG said:
Something in that general vicinity, yes. ALso my mom was a hard-core 2nd waver from the glory days of that era and I think she imprinted me somehow.
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I got one off a while ago.
Fantasy: a girl with shapely butt cheeks straddles me, facing away, and lowers herself onto my member. I've beaten and humiliated her often in the past, even the recent past; but now I am content to lie back and kneed her assets as she posts slowly and brings me to a satisfying organism with her small and glovelike cunt, like a tight and focused handjob with an oiled fist.
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Fantasy: a girl with shapely butt cheeks straddles me, facing away, and lowers herself onto my member. I've beaten and humiliated her often in the past, even the recent past; but now I am content to lie back and kneed her assets as she posts slowly and brings me to a satisfying organism with her small and glovelike cunt, like a tight and focused handjob with an oiled fist.
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The Weekend in Review - take 2
post got sucked into the void so I'll try it again
Friday - 7:30p standard VJ with a new mental movie in form if not substance. Single assailant, rear entry, much taunting, good for a 4 on the scale
Saturday - 6:30p got the urge in the middle of reading something non-sexy. Retired to bedroom to mentally replay an interrogation scene from a book I read years ago. 3.5
Sunday - 1:30a got home from the regular Saturday night escapade, can't remember what the jack-fodder was but acheived a satisfying level 4 VJ
Sunday - 12:30p retired to the bedroom to revisit Friday's fantasy and managed to induce a frantic, hip-pumping 5 muttering filth to myself.
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post got sucked into the void so I'll try it again
Friday - 7:30p standard VJ with a new mental movie in form if not substance. Single assailant, rear entry, much taunting, good for a 4 on the scale
Saturday - 6:30p got the urge in the middle of reading something non-sexy. Retired to bedroom to mentally replay an interrogation scene from a book I read years ago. 3.5
Sunday - 1:30a got home from the regular Saturday night escapade, can't remember what the jack-fodder was but acheived a satisfying level 4 VJ
Sunday - 12:30p retired to the bedroom to revisit Friday's fantasy and managed to induce a frantic, hip-pumping 5 muttering filth to myself.
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Two to report:
One last night, when already fucked and tucked in, but still antsy. Retrieved the Wahl vibe from its Eloise lunchbox and rubbed away quietly, under the blanket. Was going over the details of the just-finished sexing: the slow, deliberate slam-fucking that elicited involuntary OOFs, forearms braced against the headboard to absorb the impact, head twisted back and away from the danger of battering.
As I twiddled about in the bits, I noticed that, yikes, it was an unusually large load of semen juicing things up down there, quite the slime-fest, really. We had just watched "The Blob" on TCM that evening, and I was struck with a sudden vision of this gigantic blob of spooge, oozing from between my thighs, cascading over the bed, and inching its menacing way under the door, where terrified teenagers would cower on the other side.
Was instantly overcome with giggles, and came with a strong but erratic spasm, from the shaking laughter. 6/10.
Today was one of those days when my own relentless horniness began to really annoy me. I had so much to do and just couldn't concentrate properly, so finally gave in and wandered to the kitchen, where I stood at the kitchen sink and stuffed my hand down into my shorts. Started a rapid toggling of the clit, meant to be subtle and unobtrusive, but soon appearing more like the thrashing of a small, trapped animal. I was gazing out the window at neighbors passing by, floating little pervy thoughts about each one. That pony-tailed woman in the truck, spreadeagle in the bed among her flats of flowers. Wheelchair George; wonder if his cock still works? The mindlessly foul-mouthed teenage punk from down the block, only with duct tape over his proud little moustache, muffling his expletives.
All of this was entertaining, but ultimately distracting, so I retired to the bathroom, where I could strip down and diddle without fear of interruption. I began rosco-style, standing in front of the sink and looking into the mirror. Haven't ever looked at my own fuck-face before. Boy, do my eyes get way greener, or maybe it's just that my face gets so red. Jaw set, lower lip pulled down just a little, feral little teeth peeking out. Started smirking at myself, knew I couldn't come that way.
Perched on the edge of the bathtub, thighs spread wide, my cunt by now totally swollen and red, almost baboon-like. I remembered why I have so few organic, hand-crafted jills these days. It was taking forfuckingever and my wrist was seizing up in carpal tunnel protest. Desperately cast around for an image to put me over the edge, settled for one of my ex-girlfriend, balanced on her hips on the arm of the couch, teetering as I wallop her. Came very hard, probably 8/10, and was utterly exhausted. So much work, that one.
One last night, when already fucked and tucked in, but still antsy. Retrieved the Wahl vibe from its Eloise lunchbox and rubbed away quietly, under the blanket. Was going over the details of the just-finished sexing: the slow, deliberate slam-fucking that elicited involuntary OOFs, forearms braced against the headboard to absorb the impact, head twisted back and away from the danger of battering.
As I twiddled about in the bits, I noticed that, yikes, it was an unusually large load of semen juicing things up down there, quite the slime-fest, really. We had just watched "The Blob" on TCM that evening, and I was struck with a sudden vision of this gigantic blob of spooge, oozing from between my thighs, cascading over the bed, and inching its menacing way under the door, where terrified teenagers would cower on the other side.
Was instantly overcome with giggles, and came with a strong but erratic spasm, from the shaking laughter. 6/10.
Today was one of those days when my own relentless horniness began to really annoy me. I had so much to do and just couldn't concentrate properly, so finally gave in and wandered to the kitchen, where I stood at the kitchen sink and stuffed my hand down into my shorts. Started a rapid toggling of the clit, meant to be subtle and unobtrusive, but soon appearing more like the thrashing of a small, trapped animal. I was gazing out the window at neighbors passing by, floating little pervy thoughts about each one. That pony-tailed woman in the truck, spreadeagle in the bed among her flats of flowers. Wheelchair George; wonder if his cock still works? The mindlessly foul-mouthed teenage punk from down the block, only with duct tape over his proud little moustache, muffling his expletives.
All of this was entertaining, but ultimately distracting, so I retired to the bathroom, where I could strip down and diddle without fear of interruption. I began rosco-style, standing in front of the sink and looking into the mirror. Haven't ever looked at my own fuck-face before. Boy, do my eyes get way greener, or maybe it's just that my face gets so red. Jaw set, lower lip pulled down just a little, feral little teeth peeking out. Started smirking at myself, knew I couldn't come that way.
Perched on the edge of the bathtub, thighs spread wide, my cunt by now totally swollen and red, almost baboon-like. I remembered why I have so few organic, hand-crafted jills these days. It was taking forfuckingever and my wrist was seizing up in carpal tunnel protest. Desperately cast around for an image to put me over the edge, settled for one of my ex-girlfriend, balanced on her hips on the arm of the couch, teetering as I wallop her. Came very hard, probably 8/10, and was utterly exhausted. So much work, that one.
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I'm digging on the close sex lately, the types of sex that require two people to love each other. I've only seen it in the movies, but basically this was how it went...
Sleeping in a bed, face in the pillow arms above my head, only wearing the panties I slept in last night, blue lace lingerie type shorts ( the ones that hug your hips and ride up the bottom of your ass ). So I was laying there and my man came in, dressed from work as he had been working late. He watched me then touched me toe to ass, over my back, and I still slept. He slipped his hands between the fabric of my panties and my skin and that's when I woke to him kissing me gently and I nuzzled him.
He stripped down and then pushed off my panties, got behind me and held me close on the bed, fucking me from the side I suppose you could say. Hard and deep, loud moans, just kept circling my clit while I thought about it and plunged when I was ready to cum.
Mediocre jackpot though.
Sleeping in a bed, face in the pillow arms above my head, only wearing the panties I slept in last night, blue lace lingerie type shorts ( the ones that hug your hips and ride up the bottom of your ass ). So I was laying there and my man came in, dressed from work as he had been working late. He watched me then touched me toe to ass, over my back, and I still slept. He slipped his hands between the fabric of my panties and my skin and that's when I woke to him kissing me gently and I nuzzled him.
He stripped down and then pushed off my panties, got behind me and held me close on the bed, fucking me from the side I suppose you could say. Hard and deep, loud moans, just kept circling my clit while I thought about it and plunged when I was ready to cum.
Mediocre jackpot though.
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Every time I sneeze now I get the giggles. Was out in the yard last night and the dog was racing around sniffing after some furry creature that had passed through, she pulled up short having got a snootful of dust and started sneezing like crazy. I nearly fell out of my chair laughing and it only got worse when she looked up with this kind of puzzled "Whuh? I just got sneezy, what's the big deal, B?" look on her face.
10:00p VJ standard spoils of war scenario, the switching off of conquerors was the hottest thought for me during this go, maxed out on a 3rd or 4th penetration image, hairy ass pumping furiously in shallow rabbit punch kind of thrusts, his face all twisted up in the Big Grimace and making a sound reminiscent of an ex-lover of mine ---- kind of grunty and whiney at the same time.
Strangely, at the time I was involved with this guy his sex arias embarassed me so I'd be too distracted and uncomfortable to really get into it, but thinking back on it I find it really hot.
Score - 3.5
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10:00p VJ standard spoils of war scenario, the switching off of conquerors was the hottest thought for me during this go, maxed out on a 3rd or 4th penetration image, hairy ass pumping furiously in shallow rabbit punch kind of thrusts, his face all twisted up in the Big Grimace and making a sound reminiscent of an ex-lover of mine ---- kind of grunty and whiney at the same time.
Strangely, at the time I was involved with this guy his sex arias embarassed me so I'd be too distracted and uncomfortable to really get into it, but thinking back on it I find it really hot.
Score - 3.5
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flea, that was a jack and half. I think you are the female me.
good jacking, all you people.
good jacking, all you people.
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bridgeburner said:
Love it. The male orgasm, what? Preposterous and sinister, insane and humourous.
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I got one off at 430AM this am. I couldn't sleep and decided to violate the ejaculatorium even if it could buy me a mere fifteen minutes before I had to rise and dress and go forth to seek my fortune at the expense of other men.
Animalistic humps was the theme. When I let fly, my knees buckled and I felt my vesicles shoot with a distinct "One! Two! THREE!" slow pulsing rythymn. As if two bouncers had hold of a bum by arms and legs at sidewalk's edge and were swinging him into a mud puddle. One! Two! THree!
My knees buckled, literally, and I caught myself letting out a most risible, yet totally genuine "OHH! ohh uhhgng! UGHN!" series of humping grunts.
Animalistic humps was the theme. When I let fly, my knees buckled and I felt my vesicles shoot with a distinct "One! Two! THREE!" slow pulsing rythymn. As if two bouncers had hold of a bum by arms and legs at sidewalk's edge and were swinging him into a mud puddle. One! Two! THree!
My knees buckled, literally, and I caught myself letting out a most risible, yet totally genuine "OHH! ohh uhhgng! UGHN!" series of humping grunts.
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I suppose it's a bit weird that my orgasms are tied to those of the males in my fantasies. I get off when they get off ---or I suppose they go off when I do. The women don't come as a rule --- occasionally I'm interested in that, but not very often. They're really just there as objects to vent lust on.
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bridgeburner said:
Submissive woman, Eh?
You are ok beeb. And you aren't alone.
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I was thinking.....that my boredom with masturbation lately is that I have thought about every single fantasy there is and have not experienced one in real life. While it seems only natural that I would get tired of the idea of the sex altogether, I am utterly involved in trying to get back the ability to cum.
looks down....
Yea nothing.
looks down....
Yea nothing.
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Queen Bee said:
I know this exact moment all too well. Then you reach for the wrong image and keflooey.
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Yoink!rosco rathbone said:
So I'm not the only one who flips frantically through my porn pic collection, making sure I squirt on a particularly depraved pic of a woman showing asshole and not one of my pics downloaded more for comedic effect than for arousal potential.rosco rathbone said:
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That sucks. I have imagined millions of scenarios, some more times than others, and I still have a million more inside of me.vierge said:
I have been keeping chaste though. Trying to build up enough sexual frustration to finish my next erotic story. And, every now and then, the feeling of difficult restraint is sexually satisfying in and of itself.
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Rightchere! My collection is mental but I have been derailed by the odd pop-up that causes instant shuddery un-arousal --- like imaginging your sibling picking zits in the bathroom mirror or the toilet diving scene from Trainspotting.
More often I'm derailed by sounds. I have to really concentrate to get off and if I hear people talking in the other room or outside I generally crash. It really pisses me off. If I could channel it somehow and get a thrill about jacking when other people might catch me I'd be better off, but I just don't get a thrill from it.
Which reminds me about Tuesday night.
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6/8/04 7pm I'd been putting it off for about half an hour --- basically because my roommate was up and about and I didn't want to enter the house and maybe have to speak to her. So I stayed out in the backyard as long as I could reading and smoking and fidgeting --- not only was I horny but I had to pee and on top of it all I was irritated that I couldn't comfortably enter the house.
Once she took herself into her room with the phone I sat a few minutes debating whether I should go pee or wait until after jack. Sometimes the added pressure and the need to pee can really enhance an orgasm. Except I'd already been waiting too long so I made a pit stop and then off to the bedroom.
Replaying a teaching hospital gyno-story I read recently I was becoming quite absorbed in the breast exam and then was rudely jerked out of my reverie by snarling dogs in the hallway and then the sound of my roommate on the phone talking about some daily trauma or other that had left her crying in bed all day.
So I wait a couple minutes and she goes back into her nest and I start again.
And then the dogs are in the hall again yapping and snarling and I stop and have to put a pillow over my face to keep from yelling at them and her to shut the fuck up.
Finally the dogs are back in the room and quiet but she opens her bedroom window and now I've got the sound of her voice drifing in my window and disrupting my fantasy.
I am pissed as hell and I'll be damned if I'm going to abort my jack just because of this shit. I'm not even really horny anymore but I'm determined.
I turn on the wall-unit air-conditioner on high so that the white noise covers everything else. Briefly consider taking the Love Gun out of the drawer just to get things accomplished but it's bound to be fuzzy with sock lint and I don't want to get up and go wash the thing I just want to get done.
By this time I'm pretty dry and going sort of numb all over in which case the dryness actually helps. It isn't comfortable and I know I'll probably feel it later but I know I can get there. I'm like the Little Train that Could at this point and the images are flickering across my mindscreen pretty rapidly being discarded one after another. Nothing brilliant or new until I start thinking about a gleeful, drooling, moron clapping his hands over getting to "poke the pussy" and suddenly there's an Igor-like custodian in the doctor's office climbing onto the patient and humping away muttering "squirty squirty squirty" as he pumps her full of cum.
I got a .5, a .5 and a 2. It was like a drill seargeant routine "Is that all you've got? Is THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT???? Give me some damn MORE YOU GRUNTS!!!"
But all I got was a little rippling trip up to a lousy 2.
In the end, of course, all that really mattered to me was that I got it despite all odds. I promptly fell asleep only to awaken at 10:30p unable to sleep again until about 2am.
Once she took herself into her room with the phone I sat a few minutes debating whether I should go pee or wait until after jack. Sometimes the added pressure and the need to pee can really enhance an orgasm. Except I'd already been waiting too long so I made a pit stop and then off to the bedroom.
Replaying a teaching hospital gyno-story I read recently I was becoming quite absorbed in the breast exam and then was rudely jerked out of my reverie by snarling dogs in the hallway and then the sound of my roommate on the phone talking about some daily trauma or other that had left her crying in bed all day.
So I wait a couple minutes and she goes back into her nest and I start again.
And then the dogs are in the hall again yapping and snarling and I stop and have to put a pillow over my face to keep from yelling at them and her to shut the fuck up.
Finally the dogs are back in the room and quiet but she opens her bedroom window and now I've got the sound of her voice drifing in my window and disrupting my fantasy.
I am pissed as hell and I'll be damned if I'm going to abort my jack just because of this shit. I'm not even really horny anymore but I'm determined.
I turn on the wall-unit air-conditioner on high so that the white noise covers everything else. Briefly consider taking the Love Gun out of the drawer just to get things accomplished but it's bound to be fuzzy with sock lint and I don't want to get up and go wash the thing I just want to get done.
By this time I'm pretty dry and going sort of numb all over in which case the dryness actually helps. It isn't comfortable and I know I'll probably feel it later but I know I can get there. I'm like the Little Train that Could at this point and the images are flickering across my mindscreen pretty rapidly being discarded one after another. Nothing brilliant or new until I start thinking about a gleeful, drooling, moron clapping his hands over getting to "poke the pussy" and suddenly there's an Igor-like custodian in the doctor's office climbing onto the patient and humping away muttering "squirty squirty squirty" as he pumps her full of cum.
I got a .5, a .5 and a 2. It was like a drill seargeant routine "Is that all you've got? Is THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT???? Give me some damn MORE YOU GRUNTS!!!"
But all I got was a little rippling trip up to a lousy 2.
In the end, of course, all that really mattered to me was that I got it despite all odds. I promptly fell asleep only to awaken at 10:30p unable to sleep again until about 2am.
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