HeavyStick
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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.
