psyfic (psyfic) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-04 19:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: odogoddess, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone |
LMoM #4 by odogoddess - 17 Oct 1975
Title: 17 Oct 1975
Author: psyfic
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus
Kink(s): wanking
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 650
LJ 17 Oct 1975
RJL here. Woke up scratching myself raw this morning, which means a particularly bad moon time tomorrow night.
The guys are up to something. Peter took me to the Infirmary once my hands had been Immobulus'd and he kept hinting that soon my moon times wouldn't be so bad. He wouldn't say more and I found myself snarling at him to leave if he was going to go on being so damn secretive. I'll have to apologize later, but the guys know me. They know how irritable I get.
I hate this day. I'm sweating and itching and even showering and using the anti-itch cream Madam Pomfrey gives me is just barely enough to keep me from scratching at my skin. It's murder going to classes like this.
It's worse in that I'm also randy as a goat. It was never like that before. Until I was 13 I only got stronger senses. Smells and tastes and colours are stronger, vivid, sharp and, sometimes, overpowering. Now I get mad for wanking. I also can't eat enough and everyone, boy or girl, teacher or not, smells ripe and fetching. I'm also a lot stronger than I normally am and have to be careful about not running into people. Everyone seems slow and soft and sluggardly to me now.
It may be my imagination, but it seems to me that my prick is bigger, too. It's heavier and I get harder than I normally get. When I stroke it, the hair comes up at the base. It normally doesn't do that, so I definitely have more hair down there. While I am a bit hairy, at this time of month, I can't even see my bollocks for the hair. My prick is almost always hard, too. It's also red as a dog's.
Maddening. I wanked twice this morning, was hard all through History of Magic and when I went to get up, I accidentally rubbed against my desk and spunked my pants. It felt so damn good I kept grinding there until I noticed Snape looking at me funny.
I sat back down and bent over as if I'd dropped something, and used my wand to clean up. When I got up, Snape was gone, but I could still smell him. He smelled like soap and wool and herbs and warm hair and sweet, tangy sweat. And I was hard again. I had to have it off in the loo.
I spunk harder and there is more at this time, as well. Normally I spunk maybe two or three squirts of jism. Right now I could fill half a wine glass without trying.
It feels so bloody good I can't stand it, either. I think I'm going to pass out, but when it's over I want more. I could wank all day if I was allowed. My balls ache and are very tight and almost constantly swollen. I have to wank again now.
RJL here again. This time I measured it. I'm definitely bigger and thicker. Too bad it goes away a day or so after the full moon. Right now I can barely get my fist around it and it's hard as stone. I rubbed off against my bed tester and it didn't hurt. Normally I'd bruise.
Fuck but I'm hard again.
Before I sign off, I have to note the Herbology books were of no use. I'm going to ask Professor Flitwick about Deflating Charms tonight, ones that are safe to use on erections. I don't care what he thinks. I'm a teenaged boy and he'll probably be amused, but I'm desperate.
James and Sirius want to go play some trick on the Slytherins. I told them I wasn't feeling well, so they won't expect me to go with them and I can talk to Flitwick privately.
No worries about Peter or Frank, as Frank is meeting with Alice. Peter will tag along with James and Sirius. He's always does.
On to entry #5