The Wank Blog: a masturbation diary

An account of my wanking habit. Hopefully, every wank should end up here.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

post-shag horn

i really had the horn this morning.

Took me a little longer to come than normally, but it was worth it!


At 4 November 2004 at 07:29, Blogger Virgin Slut said...

Your blog is very concise and I enjoy reading about your wanking schedule. Btw, what do you mean by " the horn"? I've never heard this expression before

At 4 November 2004 at 20:16, Blogger Wanker said...

Erm, I guess it might be a bit British. It just means "to feel horny"! Peter Cook and Dudley Moore once did a series of audio sketches called Derek and Clive Get The Horn.

At 6 November 2004 at 22:06, Blogger Luis Blasini said...

You cause me to masturbate way too much!

At 7 November 2004 at 17:03, Blogger Erica said...

Wow, that's a lot of wanking as you Brits call it. I guess that makes me a "she-wanker" ? LOL. Or she-bopper? I know that it always feels good and I've NEVER had a bad orgasm! Wank On!

At 8 November 2004 at 18:34, Blogger Wanker said...


surely it isn't possible to wank too much, unless it hurts ;-) ?

occasioanlly, I get a little red spot from over-indulging. I use lube then!

At 8 November 2004 at 18:35, Blogger Wanker said...


I think you'd be a wanker, same as I am :-)

Tho that is usually used as an insult! Dunno why. We all do it.

At 4 March 2009 at 20:19, Anonymous Reverend J.P. Wieloch said...

My name is the Reverend J.P. Wieloch.

Let me tell you about anal sex in hospitals. It's the poo thing that really gets my goat you know, seeing it stuck round the rim of my vastly enflated bell-end is even more off putting than pulling the old todger out only to find a peice of sweetcorn stuck up the japs-eye! Then try telling her to eat it as it forms part of her 'five a day' and waste not want not, and you can imagine the grief I get!

I remember this one time, I phone a sex line, and i was knocking one out - just the usual run of the mill Wednesday morning wank really, you know, groaning at the top of my voice, being sick in an ashtray, worming a thumb up my arse and scraping my finger nails down the wall until they bleed - usual run of the mill wednesday morning wank, any way - there I am - just speeding my way through the vinegar strokes when this old lady taps me on the shoulder and says 'hurry up young man, there's a big queue waiting for this phone box, you HAVE been on the phone for nearly 20 minutes now.' Honestly, has good old fashioned courtesy gone out of the window. I jizzed on her face - couldn't help it, it was her bottle top spectacles and grey mustache that did it. Wrong place wrong time i guess.

All for now.

At 23 March 2010 at 08:38, Blogger dan said...

cool blog wanker ,


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