I have shit to do, I don't have time to jerk off. But I really want to jerk off, and it's making it hard to control my impulses and do the shit I need to do. Somehow, the dissociation is leading me to post on the forums; but inevitably, I will probably end up jerking off and calling it a day.
multitask, you know - cook your dinner, whilst jacking off - go to the shop, whilst jacking off - pick up your cousin from kindergarden, whilst jacking off saves a lot of time. What's the worst that can happen, huh?
Oh no he didn't, oh yes he did to be fair mate, you should crack one out in the morning and then one at night. Sort of like cleaning your teeth, but don't confuse what i'm saying semen is probably awful toothpaste
I agree with TIB... You can pretty much do it whenever, just be discreet...and hell, even if you aren't, most people won't want to yell, "hey!! That dude in the third pew is jerkin it!!!" I recomend baggy pants. And you probably want to cut out the pockets so that you can casualy put your hand in your pocket, and you're good to go!
Jerking in the morning is just about the worst thing I can do. It makes me want to play all day. I need a little restraint or else I can't force myself to do anything that isn't fun.
you could splatter something slippery on floor in front of stove and fall onto range top going to the shop while jacking off might be OK; assuming it's just YOUR shop I see too many bad outcomes jacking off while picking up a cousin from kindergarten ***************************** best jo story that's true.. seventh Sunday of Basic Combat Training at Fort Ord (Monterey, CA) 1970... it's the time family/friends can finally visit before your final week of training.. lots of acid circulating among trainees without visitors as we lay on our bunks trippin & watching a lava lamp do its thing.. suddenly a buddy tells me to look out the window.. a guy is flipping out.. sure enough.. there on the lawn a fellow trainee has his fatigues & undies pulled down to his ankles just jackin away.. howling like a wolf at the moon and panting like a dog.. in front of hundreds of troops' family members.. including kids.. "awhoooooooo!!" I thought he'd yank it off... cadre covered him with blanket and carried him inside.. MPs got him later.. well it kind've spooked me.. bad acid? I often wondered if he really flipped or decided to just do it to avoid Vietnam..
