SilvaTungDevil's Diary of Self-Lovemaking

SilvaTungDevil said:

Tonight I had a bad case of gas. The way my bloated intestine pushed against my pelvis got me hot. I could feel my innards churning and I began to get wet. The smell of urine perforated the room *belch*.

My hand began to twitch and squirm. Looking at it made me get even hornier. It grabbed me by the hair and demanded my obedience. It worked its way *breaks wind* down my face stopping to dig in my nose. I licked my lips in anticipation.

Suddenly my lover grabbed my pants. My hand ripped it open and dove into my love cauldron. It fished something out and dove back in again. Finally my member was in my hand. It began to stroke gently at first and then worked up a faster rhythm. Sweat poured off me like a sulfuric rain. My hipps arched in pleasure. My muscles lost all controll and my bowells emptied in pleasure. The smell of passion was in the air.

Finally I came with the power of a pack of rushing rhino. I quivered like jello. My body jiggled uncontrollably. My hand, my lover was satisfied. My passion spent, I went back to hosing out my house.

More to come.

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SilvaTungDevil said:

Diary of selflovemaking #8

As I opened my browser I found I had a new stalker. The thought quickly got me excited. I flexed my hand twice. The way my muscles rippled made me wet. I started thinking about the dirty things I could do with my hand.

Suddenly my hand was on me like a bum after a recyclable can. Sticking fingers in every orifice. My nose. My ears. My mouth. In that order. The taste of my own fluids made me shudder. I wretched. My hand snaked over my ample belly. My buttocks clinched in excitement. I pinched one off halfway. A bulge appeared in the front of my pants as well.

My hand gripped my member. My musty odor filled the room. I swatted at a fly. It seemed like it had been forever since my lover was on me this way. Grasping, stroking. I was gasping and thought i was having a stroke. My hand continued to manipulate my manhood. The sweat washed my filth down my skin.

Suddenly in the throes of passion, my love juices exploded. I bit my own nipple to stifle my cries. Something quivered on my lower leg. I swatted the roach down. My lover lay covered in my juices. I looked intensly at my hand, the way only one lover can look at another. The dirt under the nails and the warts all looked beautiful to me. My lover. I rolled over and broke wind. I sprayed Febreeze on the keyboard and knew this lovemaking session was over. I knew it would not be long until my lover was ready for more.

More to follow as happens.

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SilvaTungDevil said:

Diary of selflovemaking

I rolled over and my hand was wet with my juices. I rubbed faster and knew I was making myself hot. My muscles clenched, involuntarily, and I broke wind. The smell of my musk inflamed my nostrils. Harder..hotter...I came with the power of a 6mule wagon team. My juices drying on my hand, I knew that I was an expert and attentive lover.

I will post more chapters as they happen.

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SilvaTungDevil said:

Diary of selflovemaking #2

After a short nap I awoke to see my lovejuices drying on my hand. I nuzzled it and it responded in kind. Gently at first we petted each other. Soon it was more than I could bear. I had to stifle a whimper as I touched myself gently but oh so roughly. The passion mounted and my grip tightened. My other hand grabbed my buttcheek, again I broke wind. My squeals of ecstacy blended with the sound of my bed shaking and my flatulation. It was like a symphony of desire. Though I knew I could only have lasted about five minutes, it went on for what seemed like hours before I exploded in an orgasm that I could only compare with a foruth of july fireworks display. I lay, exhausted. I realized I had shit myself in the throes of jubilant carnal pleasure. I lay quivering under the weight of my belly.

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Rambling Rose said:

Allow me to be of some assistance, Ginny...here's the first one:

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Bob_Bytchin said:

STD is one of the funniest guys on Lit....he definitely makes the thread killa thread a funny place to hang out.

His diary entries are masterpieces of self smut.

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Ginny said:

Bob......your thread totally rocks.....i was giggling away at work....great, fun group of posters you've snared.....i'm gonna finish it.....someday......

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Rambling Rose said:

And a second titillating entry:

"My other hand grabbed my buttcheek, again I broke wind. My squeals of ecstacy blended with the sound of my bed shaking and my flatulation. It was like a symphony of desire."

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Problem Child said:

It seems as though he can only become aroused when the atmosphere is ripe with methane.

Interesting.

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Rambling Rose said:

Sounds like someone is stealing your thunder, PC.

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SilvaTungDevil said:

Today I came home at lunch and couldn't help noticing the sculptured muscles of my hand. I gave my hand the look that only we share between us. My hand grabbed my pants and unfastened them, taking me by surprise. I dropped my sandwhich but then picked it back up and spread the soggy bread all over my lover. A pickle clung between my fore and middle finger.

My pants dropped to the floor and my lover grabbed me. My hand roughly ripped open my shirt, scaring me momentarily. I made a little peespot in my underwear, whether from the scare or desire, I cannot say. My hand felt its way up my chest. Suddenly it ripped a thatch of hair from between my breasts. I didn't worry about what the men at the club would say about the bald spot.

Soon my lover was on me. Jerking, grabbing, gripping. I thrusted against my hand with carnal force. It didnt matter to my hand that I had not washed down there in days. It seemed to revel in my funk. My passion exploded. Like a rain of gravy, I came intensly. Spent, I dropped to the floor. Soon it would be time to find a mop, but for now I revelled in my hands embrace.


More to follow as it happens.

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Rambling Rose said:

Number 3 - they just get more and more detailed:

"A pickle clung between my fore and middle finger."

"It didnt matter to my hand that I had not washed down there in days. It seemed to revel in my funk."

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SilvaTungDevil said:

Diary of Selflovemaking#4

Tonight I met the hottest little demongal. When I looked in her eye my manhood grew. I moved toward her. I knew in a moment she would be mine. The room was crowded with other demons, the friction of moving against them fired my heat. I felt the M&Ms I'd slipped into my pocket earlier melting. The thought of a chocolate covered cock drove my passion into insanity. My hand slipped over my cock and I grabbed myself. My hand ripped open my fly and unleashed my fury. With each stroke from my hand my loins shook. I fell to the ground writhing in beautious rapture. I lost controll of my muscles and felt a wet firmness in the back of my pants. Suddenly I came for what seemed eons. Spent, I grew soft in my hand. I looked up and the demongal sneered at me. I knew then I'd never have her number. It didn't matter, I'd always have my hand. My first love, my true love.

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SilvaTungDevil said:

Today as I browsed the Litboard, I found myself secretly attracted to crustalizedjoy's old AV. I remembered earlier he had said he found my stories erotic. Then my hand clicked on his pictures thread. I tried to tear my eyes off it, but my hand kept scrolling back. I watched my hand get aroused. Sweat ran over my knuckle. My fingers twitched and flexed. I knew that soon my lover would come to me. Something about the weirdness of the pictures were driving my lover mad!

My lover stopped everything and suddenly grabbed my shirt. In one yank, my hand had ripped open my shirt. Crusty's pics on the screen made it seem like he was in the room watching. This aroused my sexuality to new heights. My hand ripped open my pants. Soon it was grabbing me, stroking with a rhythm of a lemming stampede.

My heat peaked and my face went flush. In the midst of our lovemaking, my sphinctor lost controll. The scent of heavy must was in the room. I fell over in my chair as I exploded. My love soaked hand relaxed its grip. I hoped my hand and I had given Crusty a good show.

More to follow as it happens.

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SilvaTungDevil said:

Today a lovely Litfriend of mine came over to play *waves*. I was nervous but simplee excited. The sweat poured down my inner thighs with the nervousness of expectation. I knew it wasn't going to help out my rash. When my friend arrived we hugged and kissed. I could tell she was nervous about our meeting. For awhile we talked about our various ailments. *cry* *whimper* *whine* *beg for attention*.

Soon our talk led to more erotic fare. I offered to massage her and she agreed this was a good idea. She stripped down and I realized I was getting wet. A lump appeared in both the front and back of my pants. The musty smell of her body and mine mixed like a sesuous swampgas.

My hand began to work the tension out of her muscles. She relaxed to the point where she involuntarily broke wind. The vibe in the room was electric. The feel of her sweaty body was making my hand go insane. I knew it wouldn't be long before my hand lost controll.

The sense of eros in the room became too much. My friend began to talk sexy and I could take no more. My hand reached down between my legs and opened my pants. My manhood popped out and my hand caught it. My excitement was fierce. I turned away from my friend and my hand stroked me for all I was worth. My insides churned with a fire. The kraut I'd had for lunch may not have been a good idea.

My hand continued to stroke. My legs were like jelly. I fell over, twice. I rolled around on the floor in ecstacy. My heat built and my hand increased the tempo. Finally I erupted in a flow of passion and protein. My hand relaxed on my stomach and occasionally twitched. I looked up and my friend and she had fallen asleep. I brushed the drool from her lip and went to clean myself up. It was an inedible experience.

More to follow as it happens.

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Rambling Rose said:

Number 5

"In the midst of our lovemaking, my sphinctor lost controll."

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