Reset Password
If you've forgotten your password, you can enter your email address below. An email will then be sent with a link to set up a new password.
Cancel
Reset Link Sent
If the email is registered with our site, you will receive an email with instructions to reset your password. Password reset link sent to:
Check your email and enter the confirmation code:
Don't see the email?
  • Resend Confirmation Link
  • Start Over
Close
If you have any questions, please contact Customer Service
Hookup, Find Sex or Meet Someone Hot Now
Jierks Jently - Sex Agent
 
I'm here, I'm Jierks Jently, and I'm a Sex Agent
Keywords | Title View | Refer to a Friend |
JJ is on the Dark Side
Posted:Feb 24, 2022 6:19 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:4 am
2753 Views

Hi again my friends. As one or two of you may know, I have been on the Dark Side for some time, but now it seems the dark side has followed me. Thank you for protecting my secret identity. For those who can unravel a mysterie the clues are out there, just like on the Masked Singer.

It has been a successful time here at the International Sex Agency - Blowfish has exploded and normal operations are set to resume. But the League Against Free Sex is no joking matter, we must be vigilant and protect the carnality of our favourite communications array.

I urge you to signal your allegiance to the cause by leaving a comment here and signalling your love of the lustful Thrills. Sounds like a band name.
0 Comments
Unconscious After Enormous Orgasm
Posted:May 24, 2021 8:34 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2021 1:24 pm
3665 Views

Forgive my absence. Not that anyone who who would notice will have read this.

I have been in a Coma for seven years after suffering an embolism brought on by an excessively powerful orgasm while fantasising about having sex with agent Z.

The doctors tell me I am lucky to have survived it. I think I am lucky to have experienced it: seven years comatose is a small price to pay for the experience of a life time.

Only time will tell if I am able to resume my former occupation. The world must have changed in the time I have been away, and yet everything seems the same:

Bigfoot and the aliens are still at large and undiscovered; Donald Trump is being investigated for fraud, and Tom Brady won the Superbowl again. What have I missed?Anything important?
3 Comments
World Extra Hour Sex Day
Posted:Oct 21, 2014 10:48 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2021 8:22 am
5549 Views

This week I am reminded by that great German-Polish sex psychologist Wendy Glock-Scobak that we all have a civic duty to indulge in an extra hour's sex / flirtation / self-satisfaction this coming Sunday morning.

It's World Extra Hour Sex Day people! (Regions may vary.) Whenever and wherever you wake up, make use of the extra hour in bed in the most pleasurable way you can find.

Let's not take the rise of world celibatism lying down.
1 comment
Sex at the Summer Solstice?
Posted:Jun 21, 2013 4:42 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:4 am
7081 Views

Some of you may have read my previous description of the alternative summer solstice celebration preformed by the members of the Lesbian Circlet here is Wiltshire.

"Nearby Stonehenge, in the grey of the pre-dawn light, the girls of the Lesbian Circlet indulge in their favourite summer ritual. Standing in a human replica of the famous stones, their partners spanning their shoulders like the giant cap stones, they lick and bite at each others clitorises, climaxing simultaneously as the first red glow of sun throws the long shadow of an erect penis between the naked legs of a virgin lying at their feet."

I was unable to take part in the ritual this year, as I was on a secret mission for the sex-agency in another part of the world. I learn from headquarters however, that just prior to the ceremony an escaped pig from the local farm across the road rampaged through the Circle, and there was some question afterwards as to whether the ritual had been properly observed, doubt having been cast, among other things, on the continued credentials of the virgin.

Anyway, I digress. We must be vigialnt against the cunning work of the Celibatist campain. Their scientists appear to have infiltrated secret weather management institutions here in southern England. Since time immoral, al fresco sex acts have tended to increase in the long summer evenings. With dusk extending until after ten thirty in midsummer, a warm evening in the countryside or the park leads naturally to hands skimming flesh under skimpy clothing, and, out of sight of the self appointed keepers of restricted sexual expression, young bodies can explore their natural desires.

But for the last two or three years the summer weather has been awful. Lover's lanes are deserted, the park's long grass remains unflattened. I am writing to the government to enquire, in the strongest possible terms, what the bloody buggery bollocks is going on sweetie.
0 Comments
Asteroid Boosts Sexual Activity
Posted:Mar 21, 2013 1:33 pm
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2014 1:50 am
8311 Views

World wide sexual arousal has increased by fifteen percent after the recent meteor strike in Northern Russia. I have in front of me a report from the Agency's Astronomical Correspondent, Haley Scummet, detailing research which suggests the air burst of the meteor has released a powerful alien pheromone into the atmosphere. There are natural meteors of course, but Scummet reports that this one shows signs of having been manipulated by NASA.

The results have been a massive boost for the Campaign for Licentious Intimate Touching, which as you know has for several years now been under attack by world celibatist groups. At last we are getting some help. Sex pheromones have permeated the atmosphere to an extent not seen since Kelly Brook stopped wearing Lynx body spray. You may have noticed tall Russian women with excessive make up flaunting their gorgeous soviet bodies in skin tight figure hugging lycra, and masquerading as athletes or gymnasts on TV. Many are even offering themselves as consorts to western business men as a direct result of the hormone.

We must act fast to assist with the repair of damage done to western society in recent years by anti-sex celibatists. I urge all of you to arrange encounters, sex parties, lecherous behaviour or at least prolonged masturbation over the weekend. If you are in need of inspiration, find an eastern facing hillside at sunrise and breathe deeply as the first golden rays appear on the paling blue horizon. The go and look at pictures of Kelly Brook or Mark Wright or both according to your preference.

I myself was at at Stonehenge at 5.00 am yesterday helping members of the Nymphomaniac Lesbian Circle celebrate the Spring Equinox. In keeping with their traditional astronomical ceremonies they lie in an unbroken daisy chain across the top of the megalithic arches, attempting to reach simultaneous orgasm at sunrise as a homage to the psychic rhythms of the Universe. Afterwards I always welcome them back at Jently Hall for a full English breakfast and a quick bunk-up. No goats this year thank goodness.
3 Comments
Swiss Chocolate Sojourns
Posted:Mar 7, 2012 12:13 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:4 am
8084 Views

I haven't given up my life's work in the fight against celibatism - I've just been on sabbatical to the Agency's secret recovery centre high in the swiss alps, where abundant nubile wenches minister to your every sexual need while you sip on on a peach schnapps milka shake and eat peanuts from the navel of an alpine virgin.

After my ordeal at the hand of Blowfish, imprisoned in my own dungeon, I needed a break. Back soon with more reminiscences, accounts of my daring exploits and maybe some poetry.
0 Comments
Freedom Comes! (Or Should that be "Coming is Freedom"?
Posted:Aug 5, 2011 4:58 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:4 am
8457 Views

Salvation came from unexpectedly close at hand. Once again snatching a moment with Elementria's unguarded laptop, I grasped my only chance with both hands. ("My only chance" is in this instance a euphemism for my engorged penis, for those who haven't been following. )

Logging on the The Website that Will Save the World, I quickly scrolled the webcams, looking for the perfect broadcast. By pure chance I found it. Her naked figure, drenched in soap, sat upright in a bath, wet hair clinging to her slim west country shoulders. Sensuously she rubbed soap into her small but gorgeously rounded breasts, throwing her head back in ecstasy as the gentle friction pulsed through her frame. I saw her stomach ripple, her eyes were alive with desire. A thick soapy lather coursed from her neck to her stomach like a gout of mixed semen and as I watched, my own erection began to grow. A memory of an old news report in the Penshaw Evening Echo swam into my mind; "The erection of the Angel of the North could be seen from Stanley Park."

Placing my straining cock like a crow-bar between my wrist shackle and the wall, I focused my mind on the vision on the screen. Images of shortbread and flying fish flickered through my brain, and as her hand strayed beneath the water, I put everything into my livid appendage. The pent up frustrations of months without orgasm built steadily inside me, and at last I felt something give. There was a loud bang, and the chains sprang asunder, freeing me from the wall. I leapt to my feet as Blowfish rushed into the room. Before she could act, the wet soapy beauty and my joy at my release triggered my ejaculation and I shot a massive stream of sperm straight at her hideous countenance.

Blowfish looked as if Dirk Diggler had given her a Jules Verne Torpedo during a blowjob. Her face puffed to the size of a basket ball in horror and she fled, clawing at her face and wailing like a punctured space hopper. I followed, but months of incaceration followed by such an explosive release had robbed my legs of strength and she escaped into the grounds. And Elementria was no where to be seen.

I immediately raised the alarm, and in moments members of the Lesbian Stone Circlet had arrived, carrying my spent body to the comfort of the great four poster bed in the Master's bedroom, where they spent the next six hours rebuilding my scarred mental imagery with visions of soft tongues and serial scissoring. And a packet of crisps.
0 Comments
Escape is Planned
Posted:Aug 4, 2011 3:13 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2013 4:53 am
8611 Views

I seem to have been deserted by my fellow agents - Agent Z seems preoccupied, Juanina Meelione hasn't been seen for years and Ophelia Cox simply can't face up to Blowfish after a very nasty experience. Plus my mental stability has been questioned.

Help from that wonderful organisation AdultFriendFinder is at hand however. Next wednesday I plan to slip my penis in between the shackles and then look at pictures of half naked women until it swells to three times its normal size, bursting open the locks and freeing me from imprisonment.

Either that or Blowfish will catch me with a hard on and then I'll be in trouble.
1 comment
Your Agency Needs You
Posted:Jul 30, 2011 2:52 am
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2013 3:26 pm
8712 Views

Help!

The International Sex Agency has been infiltrated by moles and I have been held captive in my own dungeon beneath the disused East Wing of Jently Hall for six months. They must have tunnelled in from the nearby golf course.

My arch Nemesis Elementria Mydia-Watson has me shackled to the rack in black leather boxer shorts while the hideous Blowfish cavorts naked in front of me attempting to blunt my enormous sex drive.

The images are becoming too horrible to blot out. I am only able to contact you as Elementria has left her laptop open and gone up to the main Hall. She has to maintain a semblance of normality so that the daisy chain makers of Lesbian Stone Circlet don’t realize anything is wrong and mount a rescue party.

Agents across the world, please send a rescue party for them to mount. The agency head quarters have been compromised. We must re-unite and save Hugh Jorgan!

I have to go, Blowfish is returning. I will contact you again as soon as her vile swollen countenance is averted.
JJ
1 comment
Nymphomaniac Choir
Posted:Dec 22, 2010 5:55 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:4 am
8223 Views

I was delighted last night by the sound of carol-singing in the forecourt of Jently Hall, and after drawing back the bolts on the big front door I beheld a wondrous sight at the foot of the great steps.

The amassed ranks of the Wiltshire Nymphomaniacs Church Choir were assembled for their annual carol singing circuit. After they had given me their curious rendition of "oh Come all you unfaithful," and exchanged the season's greetings, they happily accepted my invitation to return at the end of the night for egg-nog and mince pies, and other refreshments.

Sure enough, shortly before midnight their breathless company descended, in raucous mood on the Hall once more, and I must say it turned into a bit of a party. I shouldn't reveal more except to add that certainly the celibatists terrorist organisation gained no new followers that night.

Thank goodness there were no neighbours to witness our late night naked rendition of Zadoch the Priest, or the drunken cavorting on the billiard table.

Merry Christmas to us all!
0 Comments
Warmed by Sapphic Lust
Posted:Dec 7, 2010 10:35 am
Last Updated:Feb 5, 2013 12:22 pm
8838 Views
Here in wintry Wiltshire, the heating has failed at Jently Hall. This is not as bad a blow as it might perhaps seem, as it has allowed me to reinstate a tradition last observed by my ancestor H Rider Jently in the eighteenth century. I am joined nightly in my ten foot triple bed by three or four members of the Lesbian Stone Circle. They lie across me as they sate their Sapphic desires; their writhing naked flesh more warming than a thousand hot-water bottles. They come fresh from their revelries at the Henge where recently they have been indulging themselves in the ritual of the Rogering of the Stones. Each winter twilight they climb atop one of the great sarcens, and satisfy their pagan lusts using the giant stone tenon as an icy dildo. They then repair to the Hall for refreshment, before retiring to bed to act as my human electric blanket.

Meanwhile there is great news in the ongoing fight against Celibacy: word reaches me from all over England that the wonderful recent success of the England Cricket Team in the second Test in Australia has boosted libidos across the land. (You can work out your own bad jokes about spinning balls and middle stumps.) But it seems our midnight success down under the globe resulted in success down under the covers all over the country as millions of normally flaccid males cried “howzat!” and plunged their rampant rods into peacefully sleeping womanhood in celebration of the final wicket. I pray tribute to our sporting heroes – they are perhaps the anti-celibacy league’s most effective secret agents.
1 comment
World Libido Low
Posted:Jul 27, 2010 6:26 am
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2010 10:18 am
8373 Views

News once again of the evil march of celibatism across the globe.

The libido of our agents is under threat. With Blowfish cornered and at her most dangerous, and Elementria Mydia-Watson still planning her evil revenge in Monte Carlo, all operatives must be on their guard.

I urge you to indulge your senses in deepest erotic thought to steel yourselves for the coming fight. Insidious forces will seek to infiltrate your most exciting fantasies, so be vigilant and focus your mind on images of gloriously perfect bodies, undulating in sensual delight.

And you can also eat chocolate shortbread.
0 Comments
Blowfish Must Die
Posted:Jul 9, 2010 4:57 am
Last Updated:May 31, 2013 1:36 am
9057 Views

Word reaches me via agent Z that our most sensitive tools have been attacked. My one-time lover Ophelia Cocks is certain that her arch nemesis, Blowfish, is behind it.

Sexy emails and texts have been lost. Chat-rooms, adult websites and porn forums are crashing as I write, and the whole fabric of the sex-time continuum may tear open like a gaping arsehole at any moment. (Yeuck, I wish I hadn't thought of that. It reminds me of THAT picture.... )

But Ophelia, or Agent R as she is now known, is on the case. A mile high up in the Rocky Mountains, where Blowfish is known to have her secret lair, R has her under covert surveillance. Her henchmen have already been eradicated. Perhaps Blowfish will be foiled at last?

I think Agent R should find some local male sex agent who could seduce Blowfish. A filthy job I know, and not an easy one. I have heard that the very thought of her can render a man flaccid for sixteen hours. But it has to be done. A memory of thrashing in the grip of an unspeakable orgasm might diminish her powers to manageable levels for some time.

I await more news.
3 Comments

To link to this blog (Jierks_Jently) use [blog Jierks_Jently] in your messages.

  Jierks_Jently 53M
53 M
February 2022
Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
    1
 
2
 
3
 
4
 
5
 
6
 
7
 
8
 
9
 
10
 
11
 
12
 
13
 
14
 
15
 
16
 
17
 
18
 
19
 
20
 
21
 
22
 
23
 
24
1
25
 
26
 
27
 
28
 
         

Recent Visitors

Visitor Age Sex Date

Most Recent Comments by Others

Post Poster Post Date
JJ is on the Dark Side (1)zandigal
Feb 25, 2022 11:08 am
Unconscious After Enormous Orgasm (6)zandigal
Dec 28, 2021 8:10 am
World Extra Hour Sex Day (2)zandigal
Mar 9, 2015 5:43 pm
Sex at the Summer Solstice? (2)zandigal
Jan 29, 2014 12:55 pm
Asteroid Boosts Sexual Activity (5)zandigal
Mar 26, 2013 9:11 pm
Escape is Planned (2)MostWantonWench
Aug 4, 2011 7:04 pm
Warmed by Sapphic Lust (2)alleyoops4u14
Dec 7, 2010 11:44 am
World Libido Low (1)zandigal
Nov 2, 2010 4:14 pm
Blowfish Must Die (4)ColoradoRose
Jul 23, 2010 9:55 pm
Summer Solstice Encounters (4)zandigal
Jun 25, 2010 7:58 am
Snowfall Boosts UK Libido (2)zandigal
Jan 6, 2010 5:02 am