Jacking-Off Log

[bridgeburner]

well, fuckety.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off last night.

I have a very hard time slumbering if I cannot achieve perfect alignment of spine and neck head. When this eludes me I lie awake and stew.

Last night I jacked hard while thinking of beating a chunkita and calling her fat. I like fat girls, but they hate themselves and this both suits and does not suit me. It suits my humiliation mind and does not suit my mind which seeks to heal and hold wounded souls.

 

[PinkOrchid]

 

[PinkOrchid]

 

[bridgeburner]

I like to know what my partner is feeling,

Funny, I was experimenting with this myself last night in a kind of half-hearted way. It always distracts me, though. If I concentrate on the sensation in my hands I lose track of the sensation wherever I happen to be touching.

If I concentrate on what my nipples feel like to my hands then my palms tickle or I note the texture of my skin, but it's like my tits went to sleep. I totally dissociate. It's like I can feel one or the other but not both and if I'm focused on my hands then I lose my arousal.

Consequently I got bored and fell asleep, but I did have a "freebie" this morning around 4am. I don't remember much about the dream but one of my co-workers was in it. We were wandering around at the Venice beach boardwalk and she said "Hey, look at this", pulled off her pants, laid down and spread her legs and her pussy screwed up like a little face and then coughed. It was kind of cartoony but a decent O for being asleep. About a 2.


-B

 

[Phoner]

Overdue....think I'm going to fine myself if something doesn't come to pass soon.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Good jackin', kids.

No jacks to report here since the last one. I have not been jacking and slacking. The sexual stars may well be misaligned.

Pink Orchid, fine logging but don't go shooting your wad with one big entry and then start slacking. This is a logbook....a daily record...and consistency and frequency of data is what counts.

Good to see you making the effort beebs. Keep it up what what!?

 

[PinkOrchid]

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

7-2-04 (early morning...)

As usual, the urge to get off hit me from a wierd place. I had been talking to my ex girl on the phone, highly pissed that she had a broken jaw from her animal-like ex man. Anyway, I put it out of my mind and went about my evening, hitting the bed about 11 or so.

I woke up to visions of this same girl being forced into the most humiliating positions I could think of whilst cropping her ass for being stupid enough to date an ass like him ie walking to the store at noon, making her eat ass on someone other than myself etc. etc. Things I KNOW damn well she would fight to the death to avoid.

Eventually the scenes became so brutal that I woke up completely. I set up the bed for my usual comfort *O*, pillow beneath my hips, 2 under my shoulders and proceeded to tug my nipple ring while circling my clit lightly with an oiled finger...I kept all thoughts from my mind and managed 3 back to back orgasms..the rocking, thrashing kind that drain you even as they leave you wanting a bit more.

All told it was about a 15 minute experience. On a scale of 1-5, I'd give the entire experience a four..though my befuddled brain still can't figure out WTF those images would get me so aroused for...

Later
Luna

 

[rosco rathbone]

I'm going to disappoint you then, Roscoe. I have neither the time nor the inclination to do a daily log. You have any idea how much of my day is onanistic?

I am sorry to hear that but not at all suprised. I seem to be the only person interested in regular jacking-off logging; although I keep trying to encourage a couple of interesting proteges.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Re: 7-2-04 (early morning...)

As usual, the urge to get off hit me from a wierd place. I had been talking to my ex girl on the phone, highly pissed that she had a broken jaw from her animal-like ex man. Anyway, I put it out of my mind and went about my evening, hitting the bed about 11 or so.

I woke up to visions of this same girl being forced into the most humiliating positions I could think of whilst cropping her ass for being stupid enough to date an ass like him ie walking to the store at noon, making her eat ass on someone other than myself etc. etc. Things I KNOW damn well she would fight to the death to avoid.

Eventually the scenes became so brutal that I woke up completely. I set up the bed for my usual comfort *O*, pillow beneath my hips, 2 under my shoulders and proceeded to tug my nipple ring while circling my clit lightly with an oiled finger...I kept all thoughts from my mind and managed 3 back to back orgasms..the rocking, thrashing kind that drain you even as they leave you wanting a bit more.

All told it was about a 15 minute experience. On a scale of 1-5, I'd give the entire experience a four..though my befuddled brain still can't figure out WTF those images would get me so aroused for...

Later
Luna

Good lord, chinese eyes! That's what I call a jack!

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off last night after jacking for a long time. For some reason the orgone bubble really popped and I felt a great release. There was a weird emotional quality to the jack. I imagined fucking someone with whom I felt extremely comfortable and "at home". Most real people leave me with the constant itching desire to get away from them; even the sexy ones, even the ones I like.

It is due to this malady of the soul that I turned my hand to the jacker's trade, rather late in life I might add; but I've made a deuced good showing of it.

But anyhow, jacking away last night, I had a vague premonition of the existence of a person who would cause me no such misery. You might even call this a "romantic jack for a ghost". Conclusion was unusually strong and throbbing. I emitted several great groans like a beast.

I see now that the emotional component is a key factor in orgone release. This discovery was only possible through the use of the jacking off-log. Science!

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Morning Jack

I woke up at 7 with an urge to get off. There were no particulars in mind as I set myself up and leaned back, a tiny silver vibe in my left hand.

As per usual, I had an almost stream of consciousness type of thing:

visions of a girl being ass fucked, screaming
visions of a man being gang raped
a thought of a thick chick being made to sit still while an anonymous guy slapped her in the face, left to right, over and over...

just little scenarios that pushed the inner me. Planting my feet, I used the vibe, just on my clit and got a nice oozing one. Not hard or fast but steady. The kind that leaves you feeling drippy...

On a scale of 1-5, I'd rate it about a 3.

Later

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off this day. I had to do it---to relieve stress. The stress of being a rapist and a whoremonger.

It did not take effect. I spent the forenoon lying prone and watching the lights and shadows shift upon my ceiling. Afterwards, I walked through the city, observing the tight haunches of the cowlike females joggling and shifting beneath their summer skirts; and I desired to beat them all to death with a truncheon like the hero of A Fan's Notes , yet the notion was completely divorced from any bodily reaction--a recent development of alarming frequency. The ghost still participates in the old ideas of rape and plunder yet the meat declines.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got off a pipecleaner this day. A one-gun salute to our nation's independence you might say. Wouldn't do to be popping any unseemly boners at the BBQ, what what? All the chiquitas and chunkitas in their halter tops and what have you.

Very little seed in the pipes. A mere dollop of phlegm, a widow's mite. booyah! God bless our founding fathers and all of that.

 

[rosco rathbone]

O Masturbation, vile habit, solitary sin--I should forswear thee! But I cannot.

I got one off this afternoon, contingent upon reading a bit at random from Justine ; an estimable work and one which never fails to reward devoted study or idle perusal. And it was the story of the aged perverse monks which sent me to the ejaculatorium this time....

....and furthermore, how much self-confidence, youth, vigour, health are needed to produce this dubious and hardly very satisfying impression of pleasure on a woman. To produce the painful impression, on the contrary, requires no virtues at all: the more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success....

A spiteful orgasm has relieved my balls of sap. Now I go to eat Norwegian sardines (net wt. 3.75 oz., $2.09) fresh from the can. May the silvery sons of the northern seas lend their essence to my manhood and make me a whole man again.

 

[bridgeburner]

Fri/Sat 1am - got wrapped up in a fantasy about a woman held for ransom. Focus on taunting her about how long it would take before she might be released and particularly about what her husband would think knowing she'd been had by other men. Satisfactory 3.

Sat 9am - sort of an experimental jack just to see if I could get one off first thing in the morning. No specific fantasy just random penetration and nipple-pinching images. O-Rating 2.5

Sat/Sun 2am - tried to revisit ransom fantasy but it wasn't working, pulled out a trusty fallback of a woman restrained and offered to a virginal young lad as a reward for good behavior. Older man, mentor-type holding her while encouraging the lad to explore her and eventually fuck her alternately growling obscenities in her ear when he isn't instructing the eager young blade. O-Rating 4.5

Sun 11:30am - pulled up a scene from an old book --- Civil War deserters descend upon the plantation widow demanding her contribution to the war effort. Ah, I revel in the horrid stereotypes of my southern brethren. Deliverance could've been sexy if only it had been a female excursion. O-rating 3


Sun/Mon 2:40am - ended up at a party for the 4th all unexpectedly. Got a call from some friends to come barbeque at the Venice Beach Hostel and then was whisked away down the boardwalk to a house party across from Muscle Beach. I haven't been to a party like this in years --- huge numbers of people wandering back and forth between two opened apartments. People wandering in off the street to party for awhile and then move on. Found a comfortable place on a balcony where I could interview folks as they stopped by to chat --- I much prefer that to wandering around trying to "mingle".

Heading out from the party I thought I might try to call in a request to a local radio station running an all-80's holiday weekend. I have tried this several times before but never gotten through and am destined never to drive home from the West Side to the strains of Adam Ant's Desperate but Not Serious.

Amazingly my call was picked up on the fourth ring and I got embroiled in conversation with a young operator named "Dave" who was far more interested in talking with me than putting my song request through. He was entertaining, however, and it kept me awake for the half-hour drive.

How we ever got on the topic I can't really remember. I'm sure it sprang out of my job, but we ended up discussing the merits of The Love Gun - my pistol-grip, purple jellie-vibe. Originally purchased as part of a Halloween Costume (along with a blow-up sheep which I put a cape and mask on and dubbed Climaxaa the Love Ewe) I have only rarely been intimate with the device. It generally seems too much trouble ---- I only break it out on occasions when I'm devoted to spending a good 30 minutes or so getting off. The pistol grip is quite useful, but the prick itself is rather bigger than I'm immediately comfortable with so it requires time to acclimate to.

By the time I'd arrived home and rung off with Dave I was feeling rather obliged to jack if not particularly moved to do so. Consequently it was a rather lazy and half-hearted attempt that ended in boredom and sleep. No O's.

Mon 1:30am - another random imagery jack to get me worked up quick and to the finish line ---- distracted several times by obnoxious neighbor's teenagers whooping it up out in the street and playing "C'mere, Go away." I was tempted to yell out the window "Either say yes or say no but make a decision and shut the fuck up about it you little tease."

With my luck, however, I'd be the one the cops would ticket so I just blocked out the sounds and concentrated furiously and managed to eke out a disappointing half a star.


-B

 

[rosco rathbone]

Jumpin Jehosaphat woman, you masturbate constantly. Have you talked with your pastor or your gynecologist about this?

 

[bridgeburner]

Yo, Pot? Kettle calling.



Five times in three days after two weeks of hardly anything? Are you kidding?

Now, five times in one day I might worry about but that's only happened a couple of times in my life and one of those times I blame on cold medicine.

I think about it a lot more than I do it. If I didn't work around other people I might be a much more frequent jacker than I currently am. I think I'm more prone to horniness in the afternoon hours than I am moved in the middle of the night, but I'm hindered by my daytime committments.

We'll see if anything changes after I get into my own place.



-B

 

[Queen Bee]

If I had more than an hour a day alone, I would masturbate much more than I do now. Two orgasms a day, morning and night, would be optimal, I think.

I got off two in rapid succession night before last, using the blue swirly silicone dildo and reading the fine stories of Dr. Mabeuse. The first was one of those that kind of got away from me, and fired off before I was ready. It was a gunshot, strong but over in a flash. The second was a long, satisfying squirm, with shoots of pleasure spiking up to my scalp, just behind my ears, like one of those bell and hammer games. I wonder if the orgasm shot toward my brain because of the psychological bent of Dr. M's stories?

 

[Lust Engine]

Me. The shower. Warm water. Needed to shave my cock. Warm water. Foam. Wicked thoughts.

Needless to say, one thing led to another.

 

[Queen Bee]

And??

Can you elaborate, LustEngine? This thread is detail-oriented, as you may have noticed.

 

[Lust Engine]

And??

Can you elaborate, LustEngine? This thread is detail-oriented, as you may have noticed.

I guess I'll have to add some more lurid details sometime soon. Alas, real life is tugging at me like a little kid.

 

[SimplySouthern]

I just came in to read what LE did. No details. I'm saddened.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I got one off last night but I can scarcely remember the details. Probably asses, hair-yanking, rough congress from the posterior position, the usual stuff. I do recall letting out a low moan with an odd tinge of exaxperation and (self?) disgust at conclusion.