POOR POSTURE BLUES by F.N.Wright
she worked her lips
down my body
as she stroked my cock
a blowjob was
coming my way
or so I thought
until she stopped
tonguing my navel
“jesus christ,
you’re getting
a fucking beer belly!”
she grumbled
“no, darlin”,
I explained,
“it’s a matter
of poor posture.”
“”bullshit,” she said,
“I know a beer belly
when I see one
& you have a
fucking beer belly!”
“no! no! no!,
I argued,
“it’s simply
poor posture!”
I could feel
that blowjob
fading fast
I leaped out of bed
& sucked in my gut
for all that it was
worth
I’m sure a lot to
the shareholders
of anhauser-busch
as I pulled back
my shoulders
& puffed out my chest
she laughed &
got out of bed
& I watched her
sway-back ass
leave the room
by the time I
realized what
she was doing
it was too late
she’d poured
all my beer
down the drain.”
September 25, 2009 at 11:04 pm
This is a great piece; just loved it. So real life but with a twist.