Pant…pant…moan…oh, right there. Sigh.
He he, you like that? Oh, yes.
Pant…pant…
Oh, you’re still, here? And still writing. What are you writing?
Huh, have you been writing the noises I make while masturbating? Hey, stop it! Vegas…
Actually, you what, never mind. I can multitask. And it’s not like the Dugbog minds me using the bark on its back to grind my pussy on.
The mushrooms are a bit uncomfortable though. I think one of them is stuck inside me. Mm…yup, I can feel it. Oh…feels good though.
Moan.
Okay, okay, I’m supposed to be talking about Dugbogs.
They are very docile creatures, often mistaken for logs.
That’s how I first started this little side habit. I was grinding against what I thought was a log but turned out to be a Dugbog. I don’t usually masturbate in the middle of the woods but I had been working on an assignment and simply couldn’t wait to get back to the castle. When the log moved while I was riding it I freaked out a little, apologizing to the creature. But to my amazement it helped me out, rocking me until I came. I climaxed so hard I colapsed on top of it.
Ever since, whenever I visited one of them and I was alone I’d rub a quick one out on their back. They all seem to enjoy it. I wonder if I could convince some of my friends to join me? We could ride them together, race each other to see who orgasms first.
Oh, speaking of which…
Pant…pant…Ah!
Oh, yes…oooh…
You just wrote down the sounds I made when I came, didn’t you?
Fuck, this paper I’m writing is going to make it seem like I’m mad.
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