Guilty Pleasures, part 2
It's been a while since we last asked this question and CaptainFellatioNelson's confession that he likes "to fart under the duvet, creep in and see how long I can last only on the fart air contained within" reminded us just how good it was last time.
What are the little things you do for fun when nobody else is around?
( , Thu 13 Mar 2008, 11:48)
It's been a while since we last asked this question and CaptainFellatioNelson's confession that he likes "to fart under the duvet, creep in and see how long I can last only on the fart air contained within" reminded us just how good it was last time.
What are the little things you do for fun when nobody else is around?
( , Thu 13 Mar 2008, 11:48)
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Machines
Whilst home alone of an afternoon, I like to create increasingly more contrived methods of automating masturbation.
Mainly because I'm a lazy bastard tbh.
Anyways, after various experiments with powertools and anything I can find about the house, the missus and I were doing some serious redecorating so we hired one of those paint-shaking machines. The sort where you clamp a paint-tin in it and switch it on and it oscillates vigourously, and saves you having to stir it manually.
Anyway, wife goes out and I go searching the house for parts to make a machine-penis interface. I fabricated something with a few layers of felt, rubber bands and gaffa-tape.
I started the machine, it was perfect. So I laid on the table next to it, got into position and set it going at about 60%.
Well that didn't take long, maybe 12 seconds. I'd struck gold in wanking efficiency.
Within maybe just over a minute, I'd cum 3 times and things were getting sticky. So I reached for controls, but in my ecstacy the machine had shuddered out of reach.
This was worrying and as I scrabbled around looking for something to cut the power with, pull the plug out anything. It didn't make it easy the fact that I cum two more times.
I was getting light-headed and was beginning to get distressed, though this was regularly punctuated with climaxes which were producing less and less fluid.
After maybe ten mins, I lost count at about 23 or 24. I lost track of time, but when my missus finally came in and rescued me I calculated that I'd been hooked up to it for best part of an hour and had probably orgasmed maybe 40 times. I looked like someone had glazed my abdomen with a dozen eggs.
The muscles behind the penis-root ached like hell. I now have groin muscles like Geoff Capes' biceps and when I shoot my load now I can hit the far wall with it.
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 18:43, 7 replies)
Whilst home alone of an afternoon, I like to create increasingly more contrived methods of automating masturbation.
Mainly because I'm a lazy bastard tbh.
Anyways, after various experiments with powertools and anything I can find about the house, the missus and I were doing some serious redecorating so we hired one of those paint-shaking machines. The sort where you clamp a paint-tin in it and switch it on and it oscillates vigourously, and saves you having to stir it manually.
Anyway, wife goes out and I go searching the house for parts to make a machine-penis interface. I fabricated something with a few layers of felt, rubber bands and gaffa-tape.
I started the machine, it was perfect. So I laid on the table next to it, got into position and set it going at about 60%.
Well that didn't take long, maybe 12 seconds. I'd struck gold in wanking efficiency.
Within maybe just over a minute, I'd cum 3 times and things were getting sticky. So I reached for controls, but in my ecstacy the machine had shuddered out of reach.
This was worrying and as I scrabbled around looking for something to cut the power with, pull the plug out anything. It didn't make it easy the fact that I cum two more times.
I was getting light-headed and was beginning to get distressed, though this was regularly punctuated with climaxes which were producing less and less fluid.
After maybe ten mins, I lost count at about 23 or 24. I lost track of time, but when my missus finally came in and rescued me I calculated that I'd been hooked up to it for best part of an hour and had probably orgasmed maybe 40 times. I looked like someone had glazed my abdomen with a dozen eggs.
The muscles behind the penis-root ached like hell. I now have groin muscles like Geoff Capes' biceps and when I shoot my load now I can hit the far wall with it.
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 18:43, 7 replies)
I nearly
fell off my chair laughing.
Excellent.
A very much deserved *click*
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 18:49, closed)
fell off my chair laughing.
Excellent.
A very much deserved *click*
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 18:49, closed)
That reminds me
...I must go down B&Q tomorrow. The errr, carpet needs a new coat, or something.
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 22:25, closed)
...I must go down B&Q tomorrow. The errr, carpet needs a new coat, or something.
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 22:25, closed)
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