Jacking-Off Log

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I'm on Pacific time and I work regular hours 7:30 to 4. I'm currently sharing an office with another woman. She went to lunch. Hell, pretty much everyone went to lunch. I didn't even close the door. I've got to be out of my mind. I'd never done anything like that before....well, except once and I was too nervous that time to actually get off.

The first impression would be that the danger of it made me hotter, but that's not the case. I'd much rather have been someplace safe, but I was reading some nonconsent stories and got the urge and it seemed not too big a risk. Truthfully my hormones just took over.

-B
 
Rosco, where are you. The ladies are really heating up the joint. I have a co-worker that I would love to catch playing with herself.
 
Ha! Sometimes the deed must be done. I have rubbed off many times in a toilet stall at work, and engaged in more subtle friction activities at my desk, but never blatantly read dirty stories and got off in the middle of the office.

Oh, wait, I did once. It was several years ago when I shared a walk-in closet office with my boss. He was gone most of the day, and I kept busy, and when he came back the closet reeked of pussy. He was a funny little poker-faced guy; I never knew if he knew.
 
PinkOrchid said:
Jesus, Roscoe, get with it. I do that in a slow month.

Apples and oranges. I'm interested in the female orgasm to an extent; but with all due respect it is a bit of a devalued commodity. All too easy to come by so to speak. The male orgasm is a precious treasure. One's allotment of seed has a definite upper limit. Men such as tone the bone and I seek to push the upper limits as it were.
 
tonethebone said:
Rosco my man. I finished off July with 31 jacks out of 31 days. Forgot to tally up my year to date. But I know it's surpassing last years total of 307. I too sometimes force the load just to get the number. Gotta think of more and more perverse situations to get the old penis to respond. Bisex, exhibitionism, incest, and many other topics.

Yesterday morning, the wife was out with her mother. I was left alone with my 20 year old daughter. I was ready for a quick jack and went to see what she was up to. She was upstairs in her room getting ready to take a shower. I caught a quick look at her in just her little black G-string. I quickly made it to my room, dropped my boxers, lubed up, and shot a nice load all over myself. All the time wishing she would catch me in the act.

This morning, jacked a quicky in the men's room at work while looking a photos of hard cocks shooting wads of juice.

For August, I'm 2 for 2.

Good to see that you are not intimidated by a bit of friendly trash talking betwixt jackers, tone the bone. Looks like you are in good form. But watch your ass....to paraphrase Commodore Perry, or was it John Paul JOnes, "I have not yet begun to jack."

That thing about your daughter is a little bit sick; but believable. I'm glad you feel comfortable "letting it all hang out" on this internet of ours.

Is your name "Tony"?
 
Beebs, you haven't got your 90 for 90, but you are hangin tough. I've got my eye on you---it's often said that the humble tortoise shall defeat the speedy hare in a race of speed.

flea, you are slacking like a motherfucker. All you've been good for lately is irritatingly tantalizing hints about dykes kicking the door in etc. Live up to your potential.
 
Queen Bee said:
Ha! Sometimes the deed must be done. I have rubbed off many times in a toilet stall at work, and engaged in more subtle friction activities at my desk, but never blatantly read dirty stories and got off in the middle of the office.

Oh, wait, I did once. It was several years ago when I shared a walk-in closet office with my boss. He was gone most of the day, and I kept busy, and when he came back the closet reeked of pussy. He was a funny little poker-faced guy; I never knew if he knew.

I've been tempted many a time to go rub off in the office loo but most public bathrooms kind of dampen my libido. We've got some empty suites around us that are unlocked but there have been workers in and out of them a lot lately so they aren't a good place to go if you're opposed to interruption. Not that sitting at my desk was a particularly wise choice. ;->


-B
 
I've got my eye on you---it's often said that the humble tortoise shall defeat the speedy hare in a race of speed.


Yeah, that's all well and good until I count and realize that I've got to turn in 51 jacks in the next 28 days.

I may have to break out the hardware for this assignment.



-B
 
bridgeburner said:


Yeah, that's all well and good until I count and realize that I've got to turn in 51 jacks in the next 28 days.

I may have to break out the hardware for this assignment.



-B

In this time of national security; all jackers are being asked to step up the plate and do what has to be done.

No, seriously, I am anticipating a week of joyless jacks, but I have to keep my numbers up.
 
rosco rathbone said:
No, seriously, I am anticipating a week of joyless jacks, but I have to keep my numbers up.

Currently I've sufficient libido, but I've got some 21 jackless days in the last 60 --- just not moved to jack out of sheer lust --- so I know it could happen again. I'm actually kind of curious to see if I can get off when I don't really want to --- purely mechanical Os.

-B
 
bridgeburner said:
Currently I've sufficient libido, but I've got some 21 jackless days in the last 60 --- just not moved to jack out of sheer lust --- so I know it could happen again. I'm actually kind of curious to see if I can get off when I don't really want to --- purely mechanical Os.

-B

I'm on the same page. I'm curious to see if I can physically bust off one jack per working day and two per weekend day. Usually I jack a lot on days off but on weekdays I slack. It's all in the log.

Mechanical O's.
 
Yeah, I'm a weekend wanker because of my job. I tend to get het up in the afternoon between 2 and 5 and I'm either still at work or I'm sitting in traffic, neither of which is really ideal for jacking.

Speaking of which, I must away to get my afternoon dosage of exhaust fumes.

A good night and a good jack to all.


-B
 
I am not slacking in my reporting. I haven't jacked since my last report, SIR. The demands for fucking around here are tapping me out. It's a weighty responsibility.

How's the new couch working out, BB?
 
Alright, I did the daily deed.

Twas porno that helped me out, as always lately. A series of images of Japanese secretaries and office girls sucking men in suits or being fucked by them. I like the Japanese, there is never any sense of Western-style sexual equality in the images I see. Always fucker and fuckee. Oddly, Japanese women are portrayed in this culture as cute, submissive, girlie, and childish; but when I see their long-suffering, enduring, stoic expressions in Japanese porn I feel that I am seeing the real Nipponese womanhood---the wives of a warrior race; used to rough handling but certainly not weak.
 
6:35pm - the pre-nap Jack a somewhat leisurely but satisfying 4.


Slept for 2.5 hours and awakened to full dark a bit disoriented and rather put out that I had accomplished nothing on the dishwashing and box unpacking front.

Kind of cool to be up and about in the late night on a weeknight although I was sure I'd regret it in the morning. There's just no way to sleep well after that long a nap. I really should've set the alarm.

1:15 - lay down to hopefully sleep til morning and thought it was the perfect opportunity to do some catching up. Got a little spacey during and noticed that I've been experiencing something kind of strange with my O's lately ---- sometimes I'm not sure if I'm climaxing. I mean, yeah, when I finally hit the big one, I know it, but always in the past I had to be careful if I was going to tease myself because tripping off a little O would take the pressure off the big one and diminish it. Recently I've noticed that I'm experiencing a series of very low-level O's which are like a little hop-skip-jump before the big, shuddery grimace. They don't diminish the finale but I do tend to worry that I'm going to piss myself.

Grabbed an echoey 5 on the O-scale with frantic risible hip thrusting and a stream of verbal spew not dissimilar to speaking in tongues when overcome by The Spirit. I'm sure some Fundie somewhere has just spontaneously combusted over that, but, truly that's what it's like. Only I'm speaking real words.

That brings the count to 41.


-B
 
Queen Bee said:
How's the new couch working out, BB?

I haven't broken it in that way. Hell, I've hardly even sat on it. Since it was delivered 4 days ago it's been someone else's bed for 3 of those days. I'm kind of waiting for the taint to wear off.....and then again, the couch isn't generally my preferred rub-off pad unless I'm watching porn and currently that's not an option since there's a wall of boxes in front of the TV.

I'll be sure to inform you first when and if I christen the couch. ;->

-B
 
Last night en route to the shower I grabbed the WC vibe and a chick porn anthology and took them to the bathroom, because I have an idle whim to christen each room in the house with a solo O. I sat on the throne lid, where I can't remember jacking since high school or so, and held the little joystick between my legs, and flipped aimlessly through the book. I know I read something that got me off, but it was unmemorable and probably immaterial -- my clit had been demanding and irritable all day, and I was coming in moments.

I've been doing something like Bridgeburner, only opposite. In the past, I've usually come full blast and yanked the vibe away as if it were a thing afire, when the pleasure of its stimulation abruptly becomes discomfort. The past few times, in an attempt at satiety, I have held firm and kept the vibe at the source, just skimming the surface of the nerves and coming again and again, with dwindling strength.

I am able to control and finesse this now and play out the sensation a little longer. What an odd discovery to make after twenty years of masturbation.
 
When did you have your first orgasm? I was 6 or 7 and it happened playing the "Up and Down" with another girl my age. Basically whoever got to be on top rubbed off on the one underneath and then we'd switch. I never thought anything strange about it, but sadly learned years later that she knew these things because her aunt and uncle were molesting her.

I proceeded to teach the neighbor girl when I was 8 but by then I had progressed to digital manipulation.

When I first heard about orgasms I wondered if that's what I'd been having or if, perhaps, in a perfect world, there was something even better than what I'd already been acheiving. Alas, it was not to be. That was rather disappointing.

Still can't remember when it was that I finally learned to rub off while laying on my back rather than my stomach. I'm pretty sure it was in college, though, probably around 21-22. Once I made the switch I've never gone back. I don't even think I could get off that way anymore --- not enough access to my breasts.

I am curious about the recent state of the Os though. How exactly does one recognize a multiple orgasm? I don't consider the wave-like pulsing individual O's. I mean, if I had a dick I'd compare them to spurts of semen. I would assume that an actual multple orgasm would be distinguishable in some way from the one that came before it --- either there's a brief period of no O-ing or there is a repeat of the first really hard pulse.

Anybody here multi-orgasmic who can splain it to me?


-B
 
Rosco,
I know the daughter thing is a little out there. But we must use all forms of erotic images to spur the next jack. Did a nice load this morning thinking of a gang bang with my better half. Imagined 4 of 5 guys all dumping huge loads of cum all over her.

BB,
I think I got my first jack around 9 or 10. I remember an older boy from the neighborhood showing me how to do it. He was around 12 or 13. And on rare occations, I've had a multiple orgasm. Kind of like a double pump. A sort of delay between shots. Kinda like "Oh shit, here it comes. Then, Oh my God, here it comes again".

QB,
I've used my wifes little vibrating eggs on myself many times. I hold them on the underside of my cock with wide rubber bands. And just let the Duracells do they're thing. It's a nice change from just pumping.
 
Finally SOMETHING to report!!

(last evening about 12:30 am)

Just gotten off the phone with my *girl* and decided to try something new.

Flipped over on my belly, a small vibe positioned between my thighs, kept in place by the tightness of my legs. (Basically the vibe nestled in the cleft from hole to nubbin turned on low) Placed a pillow under my belly to lift my ass so that my breasts (and my lovely nipple ring) were easy to reach.

Spent 10 minutes or so, thinking of said female riding my face, drenching my chin and lips. Once the picture was firmly fixed, I squeezed and released thighs and ass, causing slight friction from the pillow and vibe while tugging hard on my nipple ring.

The O when it hit was the shivery kind..the kind that leaves you unsure if you have actually gotten off. (or at least you are unsure until you see the spot under you)

On a scale of 1-5, I'd give it a 2..not that great but good enough for a sleep O.
 
What I described in the previous post about keeping up the stimulation, I consider to be the dying spasms of the same orgasm. After a few minutes, though, and after a rest break for the clit, I can ramp up again from the resting state and have a whole new orgasm. I do it during partner sex, too. That's what I think of as multi-orgasmic.

I truly do not remember any sexual feelings or activity as a young child, not even any curiosity about my body, but I suppose I may have just forgotten. When I was 12, I discovered masturbation and orgasm by way of the bathtub faucet, and at around the same time, the collected stories of Anais Nin, which were my introduction to the world of erotic literature, along with a 70's era Playboy press novel.
 
QB,
In my perverted quest to always find new ways to masterbate. I just happened by chance to figure out that with the right kind of rubber bands, I could hold that little sucker right on the sensitive spot below the head. Then just kick back and watch my cock twitch in pleasure. I just love watching myself shoot. But theres more to tell:devil:
 
I discovered masturbation and orgasm by way of the bathtub faucet, and at around the same time, the collected stories of Anais Nin, which were my introduction to the world of erotic literature, along with a 70's era Playboy press novel.


When I was a kid we lived in a huge farmhouse way out in the country and rented out one of the downstairs rooms to a guy who had stacks and stacks of nudie magazines. I also raided my fathers when I found them and those of a couple I used to babysit for. Reading-wise I got introduced to Judy Blume's "Forever" in about the 5th grade and then to real boddice rippers. I'm still a sucker for the 70's style gang-raped by pirates and war deserters books. The overall books are lousy but most of my sexual fantasy fodder comes from them.

Then I discovered Jerzy Kosinski which my step-mother found out about and had a huge fight with my dad over since it was his book and it didn't occur to him that there was anything wrong with me reading it --- I was 14. Anais Nin came around that time as well and there was no turning back for this pervert.


-B
 
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