We met in a bar in Bodrum in a drunken
haze we were in lust
Like two mating snakes we coiled round
each other you took me and dragged me to your room
I made an excuse and went to the toilet
to pull the flush to muffle the noise of a gigantic fart
Thinking in my drunken state I was
being a gentleman
You were pissed and dripping like a
standpipe in a water shortage
As you bounced up and down on me I
asked “by the way what’s your name? “Tiffany from Essex” you
say gasping for breath.
Fascinated I watch your face contort
thinking I must be really doing it for you
The climax is
coming and a strange gagging noise as you emptied the contents of the
night’s food and drink all over my face and chest one night in
Turkey.
©Martin Hickman 2013
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