Evening Fondle
Added 2023-07-18 22:00:03 +0000 UTCI arch backwards, my stomach slips through my grip. Newly heavy, freshly warm on my thighs. It lands with a soft thud, filling my lap. I feel the swollen heat in my face when I look down - unattractively puffy, delightfully wrong. In the way. Bloated cheeks push up into my vision, a piggish roll beneath my chin. Evening light slipping over my oiled rolls, warming the swollen parts, stealing my breath.
