A little wobble before bed
Added 2023-03-09 17:00:02 +0000 UTCI still remember, stretching on my broad back in fresh sheets, feeling the ridge of my hipbones, the muscles shifting just beneath the skin. I think about that when I reach down and cup the dough desire gave me. A whole handful, far more. It makes my heart pound and my cheeks flush. It rests against my thighs, flopping over, fat on fat, my underwear hidden beneath my heft. I ache against it. I strain up into it. And when I reach, I have to move handfuls of myself out of the way. Too much belly. It overwhelms my senses. I burn, and I bounce, and I buck myself into a heavy, satisfied sleep.
