HeavyStick
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Originally posted by SilvaTungDevil
Today I decided to kill myself because LIT was such a negative place. *frown* *cry* *wipe food off other chin* I was posting to tell all of my LITfriends (you know who you are *wink* *belch* *kiss* *smooch*) when I accidently clicked on my own pic thread. I lookied at all the wonderful responses I had to my beautiful pics of me and my lover. I started to get horny.
I looked over at my lover. My hand was getting excited too. It leapt from the mouse onto my shirt. It scratched its way across my belly. My belly jiggled with pleasure. I began to sweat profusely. My love sweat poured out of me like a ship pumping its bilgetank. My hand made its way to my crotch. It grabbed my lovenoodle. I lost all controll of my muscles. The smell in the air was a musty sexual perfume. Again I broke wind.
I bucked my hips into my hands grip. Bucking and stroking. I had to stop to catch my breath. Im out of shape. I started again. I reached the height of my sexual passion. I climaxed and roared like a sick ox. My lovejuice shot out onto lastnights leftover pizza. I grabbed the piece and ate it. Someone had put out a cig on that one. I decided not to kill myself. I got up to PM all my lovely LITfriends.
More to come as happens.
Today I decided to kill myself because LIT was such a negative place. *frown* *cry* *wipe food off other chin* I was posting to tell all of my LITfriends (you know who you are *wink* *belch* *kiss* *smooch*) when I accidently clicked on my own pic thread. I lookied at all the wonderful responses I had to my beautiful pics of me and my lover. I started to get horny.
I looked over at my lover. My hand was getting excited too. It leapt from the mouse onto my shirt. It scratched its way across my belly. My belly jiggled with pleasure. I began to sweat profusely. My love sweat poured out of me like a ship pumping its bilgetank. My hand made its way to my crotch. It grabbed my lovenoodle. I lost all controll of my muscles. The smell in the air was a musty sexual perfume. Again I broke wind.
I bucked my hips into my hands grip. Bucking and stroking. I had to stop to catch my breath. Im out of shape. I started again. I reached the height of my sexual passion. I climaxed and roared like a sick ox. My lovejuice shot out onto lastnights leftover pizza. I grabbed the piece and ate it. Someone had put out a cig on that one. I decided not to kill myself. I got up to PM all my lovely LITfriends.
More to come as happens.
