I swear, this was exactly what I was wishing to find today. Snape, self-loving!
It reminded me of a quote from a story by odogoddess, I'll include the excerpt at the end. . .
I immediately felt it. Without even seeing anything, it's utterly hot.
A beautiful release. Thank you so much for sharing it : )
~~~~~~~~~~~~ He took care to wank in the tub on those days he felt the need, closing his eyes and shutting everything out of his mind that he could, imagining the one time as a youth when nearly all the school had gone to Hogsmeade just before summer hols. He had no money and no desire to be tormented in town or on the road by the gruesome twosome comprised of Black and Potter, so he didn't go.
Instead, he'd found a shaded clearing under a tree and, noticing no one at all was around, he had given in to his hormones and stroked himself to an orgasm so intense he thought he would rupture himself. This fantasy served him well and he imagined the blue of the sky, the clouds and the cool grass beneath him. He remembered how it felt to be young and vibrant, his body pulsing with vitality and magic and a need so great it was practically all he could think of, day and night. He remembered how he never had much leisure or privacy for an involved wank, having to settle for quick toss-offs in the loo between classes and occasionally under his bedclothes, lifting his frayed nightshirt and taking himself in hand and biting his lip to stay quiet, not to disturb his dorm mates. He remembered how lovely that day had been, as if it was just for him, and no one else. He had felt at one with the Earth and its own magic, pulsing with life and vitality as much as he was himself.
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Date: 2009-12-12 05:03 am (UTC)I swear, this was exactly what I was wishing to find today. Snape, self-loving!
It reminded me of a quote from a story by
I immediately felt it. Without even seeing anything, it's utterly hot.
A beautiful release. Thank you so much for sharing it : )
~~~~~~~~~~~~
He took care to wank in the tub on those days he felt the need, closing his eyes and shutting everything out of his mind that he could, imagining the one time as a youth when nearly all the school had gone to Hogsmeade just before summer hols. He had no money and no desire to be tormented in town or on the road by the gruesome twosome comprised of Black and Potter, so he didn't go.
Instead, he'd found a shaded clearing under a tree and, noticing no one at all was around, he had given in to his hormones and stroked himself to an orgasm so intense he thought he would rupture himself. This fantasy served him well and he imagined the blue of the sky, the clouds and the cool grass beneath him. He remembered how it felt to be young and vibrant, his body pulsing with vitality and magic and a need so great it was practically all he could think of, day and night. He remembered how he never had much leisure or privacy for an involved wank, having to settle for quick toss-offs in the loo between classes and occasionally under his bedclothes, lifting his frayed nightshirt and taking himself in hand and biting his lip to stay quiet, not to disturb his dorm mates. He remembered how lovely that day had been, as if it was just for him, and no one else. He had felt at one with the Earth and its own magic, pulsing with life and vitality as much as he was himself.