Lil Moth Man

But tonight I just want a big man who has overeaten just because he can, because he's hungry, and big. He's not laid low, but he's not shy about it. He's pretty pleased with his performance, and wants me to admit I was too. He's going to grunt and groan about it while he pulls his belt off, he's going to rub his belly and burp, and he's going to recount everything he ate, showing off.

I want to pretend I didn't notice or don't care, because I want him to show off more. To really try to prove it to me. I want him to tell the same story three times, in case I didn't catch it. I want him to roll his shirt up over his belly and show me how he can't even suck it in, just to get a rise out of me. I will try to control my blushes, try not to stare. I want him to get almost annoyed: he knows this should be turning me on, so why aren't I cracking?

He might be all swagger, but he really, really needs my approval. He needs to know I am as desperate for him as I can be. So he plays it up, exaggerating his moans, drawing attention to his excess every way he can.

Maybe he even goes in for a last beer, a final dessert. Pushing it even after he has pushed it, just to break me.

Who will break then? I think I would enjoy the contest: my self control against his stomach capacity. Will he make me cum before he eats so much that he regrets it? Will he get the satisfaction of reducing me to a feral muse, or will I get the satisfaction of hearing him beg for a hand getting off the couch, getting off at all?